struggling to teach for america
“Three, six, nine, twelve…” Bo Armstrong enthusiastically chants to a crowd of unimpressed sixth graders. “Mr. Armstrong, I’m sick of this!” complains a student.
help is on the way
I remember sitting in my resident hall room in Tom Brown/Pete Wright after unloading all of my possessions. Through my bedroom window I could see my parents driving away....
yumi of japan
“Konnichiwa! Kyoo wa taihen samui desu ne. Peyton-san, shuumatsu nani o shita no?” Yumiko Keitges, Japanese instructor at TCU, always begins her classes with a bit of small talk....
a long ride
Rob Baird’s face has two basic expressions: one, like the cover of his CD sampler, has blue eyes pointed down, head turned away from the camera and dusty-colored hair falling from its place above his forehead.
brewing something sweet
It’s Saturday, and Frederick “Fritz” Rahr is hosting his weekly party. Hundreds of Fort Worth locals fill an old warehouse tucked into the alleys of the hospital district of Fort Worth....
a self-made man
Sitting in his office, my eyes wander as I wait for Bill Tidwell to get off the phone. Numerous frames hold pictures of family, friends, and even my familiar face.