I teach beautiful human beings, who happen to be immigrants. Please stop calling them “illegals”

The Immigrant by Michael Murphy, Wonderspaces, Austin, TX I'm a teacher. My students are beautiful. They're funny. Their hearts run deep. They're so sweetly empathetic. They may lose their minds when I take up their phones - heaven forbid they go more than 5 minutes without snapchat! They may mouth off when they have a … Continue reading I teach beautiful human beings, who happen to be immigrants. Please stop calling them “illegals”

Knocked down by a feather

¬†Yesterday was tough. The traumatic effects of living in fear sprang to life and we could no longer pretend that everything is business as usual. A student saw an ICE agent in the hallways of our school. A man dressed in khakis and a dark green shirt. Everyone tried to remain calm, but everyone was … Continue reading Knocked down by a feather

Just pink cards on a wall

Stapled to the wall of my classroom is a world map, around which dozens of cards are posted. On these cards are the introductions my students wrote on the first day of this¬†school year. So much has changed for them since September. Lately, I find myself going back to read these cards over. They are … Continue reading Just pink cards on a wall

Undefeated hearts fill my classroom

In my class of mostly undocumented students, we've been talking about hope. We've been talking about triumph over adversity. We've been talking about staying focused when fear, hate and uncertainty swirl around you. We have plunged head first into the pools of Maya Angelou's fierce words of perseverance. As one of my senior girls said, … Continue reading Undefeated hearts fill my classroom