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ago when I was working in a junior high school and going
back and forth to the guidance office to make up my teaching
schedule for the fall, I noticed a dilapidated waif who
was sitting in the hall day after day, just sitting. So
I stopped, smiled at him and remarked that they were going
to charge him rent if he stayed there much longer. He said
that they were trying to put him in the retarded class
and he wouldn’t go. With my antenna waving in the
breeze, I asked him which was his right hand. He
leaned over, pulled up the cuff of his trouser, took a
quick look and held up his right hand!
said. “What did you do, have it tatooed someplace?” He
giggled and said no, that he had a scar on his right ankle
so he could always tell.
I smelled dyslexia and got him into my class. He was my
devoted slave after this dramatic rescue and a bright and
one day he came in and fidgeted and twisted and squirmed
and obviously couldn’t concentrate. I asked him what
was the matter. He told me he needed a nicotine fix, and
could he please go to the bathroom?
what do you say?
the words yes, he could go to the bathroom, I added not
to take forever about it, either. One minute later he came
back, sat down quietly and started on his work again.
that was the fastest cigarette I ever heard of,” I
couldn’t help remarking.
I didn’t smoke a whole one. There was another kid
there who was smoking, so I just took a drag off his and
now I’m fine.”
13 year old lived alone in serious poverty with his largely
disabled father. His mom had apparently died a couple of
years previously. The boy took care of his dad and did
most of the housework. I couldn’t help noticng that
the considerable clutter in the tiny house included a lot
of books which the father read to the boy. Apparently the
man had been rather an American history buff, which accounted
for the fact that the kid knew all kinds of stuff about
this country that had constantly surprised me before I
made that home visit. The two nicest things in this boy’s
life were the soothing feel of a cigarette and being read
to by his father.
of Dave every time a see one of those obnoxious ads by
Philip Morris touting their financial support of ballet
companies and their campaigns to help kids stop smoking.
Hypocrisy inspires the most unladylike language in me.
Everybody knows that the tobacco companies are making a
fortune developing a market for their products in young
Chinese children while pretending to be a real asset to
deserved a better anodyne than a cigarette.
you are teaching a spelling rule, make the student repeat
How do you spell /k/?
Student: with a C.
You: Right. Any exceptions?
Student: Sometimes K
You: When do you use a K?
The answer to this one is “at the end of a one syllable word”.
Verbatim. Nothing else.
You: Right. Any other exceptions?
Student: Sometimes CK
You: When do you use CK?
Student: After a short vowel at the end of a one syllable
those words. No others. Verbatim. It will pay off in the
(The voice of experience.)
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