Crosstown High School is a charter school in Memphis that was designed to be diverse in race, socioeconomics and academic achievement. The school hopes to better represent the area and teach students how to relate to one another.
Memphis students are registering for school in greater numbers this school year than they did last year. Outreach efforts to parents are paying off tremendously.
Fifteen people are vying for four seats on the Shelby County Schools board this year. That’s much higher stakes compared to two years ago when five seats were up for election with only one contested race.
In school, Ginny Terrell was that kid. You know, the one that was called stupid. The one no one thought would achieve much. That was Ginny.
If you are a teacher, then chances are you have dealt with many different types of parents. There are many actions parents take that teachers find annoying. You have the parents that never think their kids do anything wrong. You have the helicopter parents that are over-involved. By far, the most difficult parents to deal with are the ones from which you hear nothing at all.
Protesting about poverty. Policy for political change. Picket lines and signs. Crowds of bitter faces chanting and demanding—not asking for—change.
How does this image of activism compare to the one your mind conjured up when you read that word? If the images look similar, keep reading.
My mind was preoccupied as I briskly cut to my classroom through the middle school cafeteria as 7th grade lunch was dismissing. Out of the corner of my eye, a quick movement caught my attention and I spun my head in the direction of the movement, which was now accompanied by squealing and yelling. At this point in the school year, my eyes and ears were trained to discern sounds abnormal from the regular din and activity that middle schoolers bring with them.
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