here it comes, i thought. the reckoning. the principal was sitting at his desk; the superintendent was standing. “come in,” said the superintendent. “i just want to tell you that that lesson, that project, whatever the hell you were doing, was topnotch. those kids were writing on the college level.”

he turned to the principal and said, “that kid writing an excuse note for judas. brilliant. i just want to shake your hand,” he said, turning back to me. “there might be a letter in your file attesting to your energetic and imaginative teaching. thank you.”

god in heaven. high praise from an important person. should i dance down the hallway, or lift and fly? next day in class, i just started singing.
the kids laughed. they said, “man, school should be like this every day, us writing excuse notes and teachers singing all of a sudden.” sooner or later, i figured, everyone needed an excuse. also, if we sang today we could sing tomorrow, and why not? you don’t need an excuse for singing.

teacher man by frank mccourt, copyright © 2005 by green peril corp., is published at $26 by scribner, 1230 ave. of the americas, new york, new york 10020.

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