One who cared makes an impression on at-risk youths
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When I started going to Schlagle High School in January, my focus was on one homeroom of teenage boys taught by Mal McCluskey.
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When I started going to Schlagle High School in January, my focus was on one homeroom of teenage boys taught by Mal McCluskey.
Her mother had her young and Tawana Webster did the same with her kids, the first one born when she was still a child.
Editor’s note: This story does not use the students’ names because of the subject matter.
Hyped teenagers race around a corner, sneakers squeaking on the newly waxed floors, only to slow in unison when they see teacher Barbara Anderson.
Amid the confusion of freshman boys and girls jostling for seats in the Schlagle High School band room, Reginald May hears a noise he won’t tolerate.
The three of them sit around a table on a January afternoon at Schlagle High School.
He bends over the blank sheet of paper, pencil in hand, considers and pauses.
Sam Lockridge has considered it, come close even, but still can’t quite bring himself to write to the man who murdered his sister.
A 15-year-old boy in a leather coat, sneakers and baggy jeans stands next to his mother in a windswept cemetery in late January.
