Work-Life-School Balance Is High Wire Act For Low-Income Youth
For working class families, young people are often the default safety net.
For working class families, young people are often the default safety net.
I never really liked the police. I felt like they were against young people and that they abused their power.…
I grew up in the west. They call it the Lower Bottoms. Everybody in my neighborhood would always tell me,…
In 2004, 12-year-old Jonathan Adams was charged with the murder of a nine-year-old girl in Carrollton, Georgia. After a four-hour…
Students have to be at risk of dropping out of high school to land a job at Southwire. It’s all part of a program called “12 For Life.” Southwire created it in 2007, together with the local County school system, to try and improve the dropout rate and improve the lives of teens like Deriek Foster.
Two recent Stanford graduates are trying to get more girls interesting in technology — by embedding it in dollhouses. The founders of Roominate, Alice Brooks and Bettina Chen, took the concept of building toys for girls to a whole new level by adding wires and generators.
Many people in South Kern, especially young people, have not heard of the Affordable Care Act.
Youth Radio’s Joshua Clayton doesn’t have a high opinion of the police. In fact if he was robbed — he wouldn’t even call them. Clayton, 20, grew up in Oakland, Calif., and thought these problems were specific to Oakland. Until he spoke with Kasiem Walters, 18, who lives in New York City. Walters has advocated for ending the Stop-and-Frisk policy that a federal judged recently ruled unconstitutional.
I grew up in a middle-class, suburban county in New Jersey, but now I’m a twenty-something intern living in a low-income part of Washington, D.C. The realtor euphemism for such neighborhoods is “transitional,” a word that implies ongoing change. This is ironic because I feel that so many of the residents here feel as though things will never change, and will always stay the same. Since moving here, I’ve already become accustomed to the wail of sirens, the disconcerting, yet reassuring pulse of blue and red light through the heavy bars on my windows.