Oswaldo almost lowered his head as he passed by Aldo in the hall. But then he remembered. He was a CEO. That meant holding his head high, even in tough situations. He and Aldo used to hang together. Not quite as the best of amigos. But as gang mates in their El Paso barrio. Aldo…
He hadn’t meant to say it. It was one of those things that kind of just rolled off of Dominic’s tongue. Before he could stop it. It wasn’t the first time. When he was in 2nd grade he told Emmy that her curls looked like noodles. He thought that was a cool thing. Her rolling…
He had them at “cool”. When Nicolas, a 10th grade entrepreneur whispered, “¡Que chévere!” (how cool) it would be to sneak him some dinero from the bank vault, the trio of 3rd grade citizens from Colombia’s Colegio San Juan Camino readily agreed. Nicolas was an upper school student, after all. They certainly weren’t going to miss…
It came. The big yellow envelope was waiting in her homeroom mailbox when she arrived on Tuesday morning. Thank goodness. Hannah, halfway through the 6th grade, gingerly touched the bold markered letters on its front. Professor Hannah Zimmer. Repeating the words in a soft whisper, she couldn’t help but smile. Professional. Grown-up. Sophisticated. “Is…
Elliott could easily name the primary, secondary, and tertiary colors. He could tell you that a mixture of any four colors would end you at brown. Shocking, he knew. But he had seen it too many times over the course of summer to doubt its truth. He had spent a good deal of his time…
The air in Room 3 hung heavy with tension. 5th grade Carter had just let the cat out of the bag. It was only a matter of time before the others were going to have to come clean as well. Dionne shot him the look of all looks. Her eyes imploring, “Why’d you have to…
For the fourth day in a row, business was at a standstill at the Bennetton Art Design Studio. Hayley, the 4th grade owner and manager, scanned the Marketplace to see if others were experiencing the same lull. Didn’t appear that way. There was a long line outside of the Balloon Animals venture as shoppers looked…
Early on in their MicroSociety lessons, the citizens of Harborville had discussed needs versus wants. And the employees of the Task Force were certain that new uniforms were a need. “When I try to stop people in the hall to make sure they have a hall pass, they just breeze right by me,” griped Neveah.…
The employees of Winged Wonders thought they were well prepared when the cardboard box carrying their menagerie of butterflies arrived at their New York MicroSociety Words like “chrysalis”, “pupa”, and “proboscis” rolled over their tongues as smoothly as their own names. They could recite the life stages as quickly as they could recite their own…
There was an unusual hush that had taken over the monthly Town Hall meeting. Notably absent were the energized voices of citizens raising their concerns and sharing their innovations. Instead, as 7th grade President, Aaron, scanned the room, he saw dozens of downcast citizens with their eyes fixed on the ground. He held up…