Hispanic Heritage Month: Three per cent no es Fabuloso
In my first period class of sophomores at a high school on the Southwest side of San Antonio, I had one White student, one Muslim student, and the rest were Hispanic, Latinx, Mexican.
In my first period class of sophomores at a high school on the Southwest side of San Antonio, I had one White student, one Muslim student, and the rest were Hispanic, Latinx, Mexican.
When my mother was going to school in the panhandle of Texas, she and her friends were punished if they spoke Spanish in school. When my brothers and I were growing up, my parents spoke English to us in the home so we would be successful in school.
Growing up with three brothers and not Catholic, quinceañeras weren’t really a thing we did. But when Yvette Guerrero turned 15 and Betty Espinosa asked me to stand up with her in the quince, I had my first real experience with the hoopla that is the quinceañera.
Driving into El Paso, Texas, at night on I-10W remains a glorious sight to behold.
Back when I was a whippersnapper wearing dungarees and walking to school and back in the snow uphill both ways, nothing beat the school book fair. When I was the K-12 English Language Arts and Reading coordinator in a small southside district in San Antonio, there was still nothing that beat the...