Monthly Archives: March 2008

Randy Driver: an apology

I can still picture your writing so poorly formed and hard to read I see that handwriting and I see you a special young man who needed so much more than my English class for what did I ever do … Continue reading

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the business of study halls

during my first semester of teaching I was assigned a study hall in the cafeteria during the last period of the day, no less think of dust motes and stale air, think of antsy adolescents, think of everyone juiced for … Continue reading

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Lloyd Payne

sure Lloyd works to hard you think he’d give up the farm, it bein’ only him and his wife. he makes plenty up at the school with the janitor work. made sense to have the farm when the kids were … Continue reading

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Richard Bach: our Polonius

you usually came on stage during the stillness of “after school” armed with a wide dust mop of course, the mop was only a prop, part of the cover for your main role as eavesdropper, gathering information in the nooks … Continue reading

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Paul Sims: dimming moments

Luke Skywalker burst into my classroom, slapped his well-worn space book onto the nearest desk top, and started talking about Chewbacca, Princess Leia and Obi-Wan Kenobi to anyone who would listen. He bubbled with adventures to share. In a few … Continue reading

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Jack Clapham

you were my permanent guest, occasionally interested in small talk before the start of class you were my man-child, wearing little, old-fashioned shirts and cheap, little pressed pants you were my artful dodger, managing to stay clear of any real … Continue reading

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Martina Last: applied linguistics

try voice /ng/ grooved fricatives –lacylazy fussfuzz– for the class when two students are talk /ng/. or try front /ng/ mid and low vowels –hemham deftdraft– while they giggle. they /shud/ take learning our language seriously. I finally had to … Continue reading

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Charlie Strong: straight tables

don’t let my stone face, my shufflin’ up and down the rows in the cafeteria, fool you. I’m not bitter or broken. and don’t mind that I stop at every table left crooked and take such care to make it … Continue reading

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