Many of the most significant learning moments in my life have happened to me throughout my 17 years as a professor at Georgia Southern University. One particularly poignant episode took place last year, in a class that I teach called Cognition and Language. The class is a sophomore level course for education majors and focuses on cognitive and language development in children, including issues of 2nd language acquisition. I teach this course quite frequently, and I had been struggling with the dilemma of whether to continue to devote a significant amount of class time to whole class discussions. Like many educators today, I guess I had been putting pressure on myself to find ways to be more ‘productive’ and ‘efficient’ in terms of thoroughly covering all the topics that are on the approved course outline. My students in this class are primarily White and African American; however, that particular semester I happened to have two sisters who were Mexican American, the children of local migrant workers who worked the onion fields near Vidalia. Vidalia is widely known for their sweet onions, and around here, also for their large population of Latino migrant workers who labor in the fields. ‘Maria’ and ‘Catrina’