Dave introduced himself to my college writing class: he had a new baby, a full-time job and plenty of confidence. Rose asked for patience: she couldn’t afford the textbook and her student financial aid wouldn’t arrive for a couple of weeks. She was also living in a homeless shelter. Ann arrived with cheerful enthusiasm and what she told me was a sixth grade reading level. Louis was working full-time and needed to get a degree to continue to be employable in the field he had worked in for decades. Henry was still wearing an ankle bracelet as a condition of parole, and had excellent writing skills, but huge challenges in family situation and housing. Bonita was returning to college after 22 years, urged on by her now-college-graduate children.
I’ve changed the names to protect their privacy, but the stories are real. Continue reading →