Room 212 has no windows. There’s no sunlight breaking through the blinds, warming my students in its brightness. There are no views of Pikes Peak or of the leaves changing outside. Still, I’ve found beauty there. That classroom has been my home base, the setting...
“Please help me,” I prayed. I was overwhelmed. Hundreds of teenagers loaded onto the buses slapping high fives, texting friends, checking snapchat accounts. To them, the bus was their transport into adventure. To me, it felt like a C-130 airplane, and...
