“I need to ask you something, Mrs. V.” Tears threatened to brim over as his eyes searched mine.
“My goodness! What’s wrong, Felix?” This was a young man I had had in eighth grade two years before and who was now one of my high school students. We had always had a good relationship, even a kindred spirit.
“A kid in your second period class is telling people you call us Mexicans ‘Beaners.’ Is it true?”