Stories

Before Mr. Harris left, he looked me in the eye and said, “Jay. Don’t mess this up.” I didn’t. I graduated on the dean’s list.

There have been so many great moments at KIPP.

My mom and I used to walk 2.4 miles every Saturday to get to and from our library.

I lived in countries of war...but these things, these things in my past, they are not a barrier for me—they are me.

As teachers, we have the unique opportunity to help our kids understand that they are in charge of their identity.

Parent voices are so important. We are our children’s first teachers.

Now it’s my turn to help people younger than me. Helena, Arkansas is home. And home is a place worth investing in.

Instead of entering juveniles into the criminal justice system, I’m trying to keep them out.

I just wanted to be a part of what my son was a part of. And I stayed because it felt like family.

The teacher – I don’t know if I can say this without crying! – she just gets my daughter.