I can’t help but stare at the crooked cobblestones below me, worn with time and speckled with rain. A drop lands on my nose and I look up. The sky is blanketed with clouds, but the sun breaks through in patches, illuminating the rusty rooftops above. Colored...
Chants of “Pass the John Lewis Voting Act” rang out as people shouted proudly and loudly. Step by step, I crossed the Selma Bridge holding a sign that read “Pass the John Lewis Voting Right Act” in my hands. I was in Selma, Alabama, on a Civil Rights Trail Trip with...
In the quiet of dawn, as soft light fell across the swaying coconut palms, I realized it was not just another destination, but an open invitation to see life through a different lens. What truly moved me wasn’t the postcard-perfect landscapes, but the sense of...
Written by Isabella Kearns, 16 years old, a junior from Selden, New York, for the World Is A Classroom student essay contest. My favorite trip was the Bundy Museum of History and Art in New York City. It was an experience that not only deepened my understanding of the...
In Terke, India, the village my grandpa grew up in, life hit the slow-motion button. Cattle leisurely roam the fields, and cow patties decorate the unpaved dirt roads. Hearing my nana’s stories about his upbringing here, I never truly believed I’d get the chance to...
