We are scared to death of Doyle. Some of us strongly believe in the neighborhood school.

Every year, you have to wait and see how many kids are going to be there, and you don't know if you're going to lose a teacher.

It had to be done. We're down to one sixth-grade class, one fifth. They're cutting sections because we're losing kids.

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel.

He's knows it like the back of his hand already. His grandpa went to the old Grimes School.

I was happy here and knew the school would be a good fit for him.