MY ALARM CLOCK rang at seven thirty， but I was up
and dressed at seven. It was only a fifteen-minute bus ride from
my apartment on 90th Street and Madison Avenue to the
school on 119th Street and Madison.
There had been an orientation session the day before. I
remembered the principal s words. \"In times like these， this is
the most exciting place to be， in the midst of ferment and
creative activity. Never has teaching offered such opportuni-
ties..， we are together here in a difficult situation. They are
not the easiest children， yet the rewards are so great--a smile，
loving concern， what an inspiration， a felicitou~ eXperience.\"
I remembered mybarren classroom， no books， a battered
piano， broken windows and desks， falling plaster， and an
oppressive darkness.
I was handed a roll book with thirty-six names and thirty-
six cumulative record cards， years of judgments already passed
upon the children， their official personalities. I read through
the names， twenty ~irls and sixteen boys¡£
|
内容加载中，请稍后...
商品评论（0条）