Escape from Santolina High School
Today is my last day teaching at what I call “Santolina High School” far, far, far up the SW Mesa. This pole severed by one of the countless bad drivers ~98th and Dennis Chavez represents, to me, the geography of that teaching experience: Working/commuting by bike to the sprawl hinterlands wasn’t all bad, but most… Read More Escape from Santolina High School

