Just read an exposé called Dropout Nation in Time magazine. I can't help but think of the people I knew at Anokijig. Wonderful people. Some without parents, some without homes, some who have AIDs or are HIV positive, some who can't come out without being ostracized (and who do it anyway). Some who died. Some who had 4.0 GPAs and loved theater and had no money to go to college. All beautiful and all beaten down in some way. Everything seemed normal until you talked to people and heard their stories and realized how bad it can be, even in this wealthy country. And I love them and miss them and I am not one of them.