Our Mother of Sorrows

I spent about 4 hours at Our Mother of Sorrows in Los Angeles this past week. I had a chance to meet with Jen Beltramo the principal there and get a glimpse of their routine. I will spare stereotypes the of the school’s area, suffice to say that the students who live near the school are in a pretty tough spot. The school itself is a secure and stable place in the midst of an area whose SES is scrawled in graffiti, littered along the sidewalk, and can be heard buzzing with the air patrol overhead. But inside the school is quiet and you hear the humm of learning. In fact you don’t even hear the shuffle of desks and chairs, as every leg of every chair and desk in the entire school has a tennis ball. That is a lot of tennis balls.