“FOLEY, Alabama — Many of the 223 Hispanic students at Foley Elementary came to school Thursday crying and afraid, said Principal Bill Lawrence.
Nineteen of them withdrew, and another 39 were absent, Lawrence said, the day after a federal judge upheld Alabama’s strict new immigration law, which authorizes law enforcement to detain people suspected of not being U.S. citizens and requires schools to ask new enrollees for a copy of their birth certificate.
Even more of the students — who are U.S. citizens by birth, but their parents may not be — were expected to leave the state over the weekend, Lawrence said.
“It’s been a challenging day, an emotional day. My children have been in tears today. They’re afraid,” he said. “We have been in crisis-management mode, trying to help our children get over this.”
Foley Elementary has the area’s largest percentage of Hispanic students, about 20 percent of its student body.
Under the new immigration law, schools must check the citizenship status of any student who enrolls after Sept. 1.”
12.) What’s the last really nice thing you’ve done for someone?
Hell if I know. LOL!
Um. I guess it depends on your definition of the phrase “really nice”.
I did bake all those brownies for Amy’s oral communications class. Can taking over Amy’s shifts at work count? I mean, I really didn’t have to. What else… This is difficult ‘cause it isn’t like I set out to be “really nice” to people. Or really mean. Either way, it just happens. Um. I hold the doors open for anyone that could be behind me, I give directions to people that think I’m an info booth. I always say “thank you” or “thanks”. Even when the service sucks. It’d be better if this question were asked to the people (or person) that happens to be around me. Maybe I can’t answer this ‘cause I’m so freakin’ tired. Just rambling on, now.
Oh, I know. This guy came in here this morning asking where a professor’s office is. He scared the living shit outta me, but I calmly told him where the office was and sent him on his way without being rude or telling him off for scaring me so badly. Also, the other day (could have been anytime within the last week), I walked into the restroom and this chick in a wheelchair was on her way out. I asked her if she was leaving, she said yes, and I held the door open for her. I’m sure that one counts ‘cause those particular restrooms are in an old building, thus, the doors don’t have an automatic door opening thingy for those in wheelchairs or too lazy to push/pull the door open.
Many young girls such as 19 year-old Ashley (behind curtain) live in rooms the size of cells in Frontera Comalpa, Mexico, selling their bodies in order to buy back their freedom (Photo: Carlos Villalón)
FRONTERA COMALAPA, Mexico – Posters of Disney teen icon Hannah Montana jostle for wall space alongside photos of busty pin-up girls.
A Rock-Ola cranks out distorted tunes that reverberate through this gloomy bar on the outskirts of Frontera Comalapa, a Mexican hill town close to the porous border with Guatemala.
Out back, in a wooden building with some 20 tiny, cell-like rooms, Celeste, 20, and Silvia, 21, dab on eyeliner and lip-gloss. They’re getting ready for another night of work at the no-frills “Playboy” cantina and brothel.