There I was. A 24 year old, Black African American woman who is almost done with her MBA program but still works part-time in an after school. Then boom. Fast forward a year and I became a RHOyal member of the illustrious Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc., earned my MBA, and landed my first full-time as an after-school program coordinator.
It was first overwhelming, given that we are currently in the midst of a pandemic and that students who have been remote or hybrid for the past two school years are now returning to traditional schooling with covid restrictions. I may just be the coordinator of the after-school program and not an instructional teacher, but I am Ms. Kimiko, an educator. I consider it my responsibility to support them in learning as well as to learn from them. I had no intention of becoming an educator, I was chosen by it.
I try to encourage young artists to feel secure in their artwork, I’m there for individuals who need to vent or cry for a minute, I provide a little additional assistance to those who need it, and I acknowledge those who don’t believe they are being seen in my current role. I’m not kidding, it’s been psychologically and physically exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world when I see my students’ faces light up when they see me.
When I go home from work, I am an artist. I don’t want to do anything after a hard day except shower, eat, and watch TikToks till I fall asleep. Though it wasn’t simple for me to break that habit, I devote considerable time drafting posts for my business Instagram, updating my website, painting a little portion of the painting I need to finish, watching Adobe Creative Suites how-to videos, and so on. Who will believe in or invest in me if I don’t?

This is the mentality I want to instill the most in artistic scholars. To have faith in oneself and their talents. Believe it or not, this blog post was inspired by a student who gifted me one of her paintings because in the beginning of the school year she didn’t think she was worthy of her creative abilities, but I encouraged her to try painting and apply to art high schools.
She was extremely grateful for this. The message “Love a black woman to infinity” was signed on the backside. I’m going to keep this painting for the forever! We’re still waiting for her results, but I’m confident she’ll be just fine! I was never able to attend the art school of my dreams, so when I see their skill and potential, I try to push them outside of their comfort zone. Moments like these serve as a reminder that I am exactly where God wants me to be.
**I wish I could show you some of their artwork, but I will not for the sake of my scholars’ privacy.**
One mark of a great educator is the ability to lead students out to new places where even the educator has never been.
Thomas Groome






