Our Lady of Justice High School

This is a nice September morning, I just graduated from Normal College. Of course, when I entered a big stone building at 7:15 am, everything was "beautiful" and "beautiful". In retrospect, I like to see my life; I know that my sole objective of my early school education is to sit down and start my day in a peaceful way I will. The aim of hiding is to avoid students and other teachers as much as possible. why? Early in the summer, I accepted the work of Madonna Justice High School in a small corner of Ontario, the biggest city in London.

When I was in high school or university, I was very active in the world of social justice activism. When I was a high school student, when I came out it was very strange. My experience as a color woman has had a great impact on a journey to social justice. I did grassroots activities with many youth organizations in the LGBTQ community. When I attended college I did a lot of grassroots organizations to serve low-income homosexual youth who I did not go out. Someday I was considering starting my own nonprofit organization or participating in non-profit organizations. I would like to major in international relations and certain humanities science, but somehow, when I was in Berkeley I made a complete 180 and decided to major in business. (Laugh) Instead of entering the non-profit sector, finally enter management consulting

Outside of Morehouse, I teach middle school and high school, citizenship and history at Atlanta charter school. I have been cooperating with judicial-related charitable organizations for years to teach life skills at prisons and youth detention centers. Then I worked in several churches in Atlanta. Even those churches sometimes need justice. But for me, this work is almost a charity project. I am centering on people, centering on justice. I am almost always in that nonprofit sector. We have opened a cloud-funding platform for collecting funds for those who have urgent needs but who do not know where to get resources.

My black high school friend J. Z. tells me that I did not know that I was poor in my high school days. This is worth learning. I chose our family as a senator of my high school student and my second grade as a family to buy groceries during Thanksgiving. We went to a large high school with 1,200 students. He knows what this means for the depth of poverty. Then J. Z. Let us appreciate our school. The children of our community go to a good place in the town to abolish apartheid. This is a special moment. This is a special school. Sometimes I will fight. But in most cases, people are friends. The poor black teenager had lunch with a poor white girl he did not notice. Our whole group is diverse