Creekside had no government. That is until the two 6th grade Cory’s came along. The old saying goes that great minds think alike. In this case, it just so happened that they were named alike too. Seated in front of Mr. Levensohn, the MicroSociety coordinator, their faces wore masks of concern. “We made a mistake,”…
This isn’t a story about a kid at all. Well, at least not directly. But rather, her mother, Sylvia. A woman who remained fairly unknown by those in her Texas barrio. Until she went to school that is. Sylvia came from a tradition of women as quiet, undisruptive homemakers. Her husband worked, formed opinions, and…
Gabby, a 6th grader with spunk, had always wanted to use the gloved and bejeweled pointer that her facilitator kept perched on the ledge of the classroom whiteboard. And now was the perfect opportunity. All sixteen wide eyes of the bank’s employees were fixed on it as she pointed its index finger to a glaring…
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…