Finding the right path

I’m from Chicago, the south side, where me and my family struggled to keep a steady roof over our heads. My mom worked as a nursing assistant, and my dad wasn’t living with us but helped out as much as he could.

One thing that was consistent was the violence and crime rate. My mother often woke my older sister and me in the middle of the night, and we would all crawl to the bathroom where there were no windows because there were drive-by shootings.

School, mentors and work can help teens break the hold of poverty

When Shelly Hunter left home three years ago because of ongoing fights with her parents, she knew she’d have to work to support herself. At 16, she was a good student at a Minneapolis high school, and she planned to go to college.

But it was hard to earn enough for food, rent and a car. Shelly, who asked that her real name be kept private, had to leave school an hour early to pick up her boyfriend at his job. From 5 to 10 p.m., she worked at a McDonald’s in Minneapolis. After that, she cleaned offices until 3 a.m. After a few hours of sleep, she’d get up, take her boyfriend to work and get to school by 9:30 a.m.

“Work meant survival,” Shelly said in an e-mail interview. “I moved out from my parent’s house when I was 16. I had to survive somehow.”

Summer in the City

Those lazy, hazy days of summer are times to be free or to work hard, to get your feet wet, your car dirty and your mind straight. Teens in ThreeSixty’s summer broadcast camp tell the stories of summer in the Twin Cities.

Soldier-father adjusts after third Iraq tour

{{“Soldier-father adjusts after third Iraq tour”}} by Levi Ismail, Anoka High School

I’ll Always Be Hmong

Ian Yue and Mai Cha Vang do a story about a {{young Hmong man from St. Paul}} who’s been keeping a secret from his family for fear of angering his parents: He’s gay. He’s not the only one in the Twin Cities’ Hmong community who is struggling with his/her sexual orientation and how to be honest about it and deal with the consequences

Return to Cambodia

It’s 10:30 a.m. and I am only a few minutes away from boarding the Northwest Airlines flight out of the Twin Cities. Thirteen years have passed since my family and I came to the U.S. And now {{I am going back to Cambodia}} where my parents were born.

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