Her name is Mary. She is only 19 years old but already she has many grey hairs. On Thursday mornings in my freshmen oral English class, she always sits alone in the back of the room. No one ever talks to her; she appears to have no friends. Whenever she speaks, the disdainful expressions I detect on the faces of other students betray their true feelings about her.
She is different from the rest.
“I come from a very poor family in the countryside,” Mary candidly shared with the class during a biographical ESL activity. While she is well dressed and healthy, her face displays a hardness and maturity which stands in contrast to the other youthful faces in the room.… Read the rest