Kira F.

Identity is an iceberg. We have a small portion of us on the surface, the part of ourselves others see or that we openly share, but the majority of who... keep reading

My Spanish students burst into the room each morning with contagious, excited, overwhelming fervor. At 9:15 on the dot, the first few kiddos sprint through the door and around the... keep reading

And finally, after months of organizing paperwork, scouring apartment websites, prepping school materials, and saying bittersweet “see you laters” back home, I’ve made it! Once again, I am calling this... keep reading

This is it. This. Is. It. These are the words I repeated to myself as I tried to settle the butterflies in my stomach, sitting in tense silence as I... keep reading