Activism

Getting Schooled

“What about fundraising?” I stammered.

Heads swiveled 365 degrees to look at me, straining to hear my words. This meek question barely made it out of my mouth—it certainly didn’t command the meeting room. My grandmother’s eyes urged me to repeat the question.

“What about fundraising?” I said a little louder, begging the tears welling in my eyes to stay put.