I was walking up Second Avenue with my wife a few years ago, and this young man is walking towards me. He said, 'Hi, Mr. McCourt.' I said, 'Hi, Moose.'
'You know my name?' I said, 'Yeah, Moose Kline.' 'You know my last name?' I said, 'Yeah!' He said, 'I was in your class fifteen years ago!' I said, 'I know, Moose.' I said, 'So, how are you doing?' 'I was in your writing class!' I said, 'I know!' He said, 'I was in your writing class for a year and a half!' I said, 'I know. So how are you doing?' 'I was in your writing class, and now I’m a poet, and I’m starving. And fuck you!'"
Sunday, January 22, 2006
The greatest pleasure a teacher can have is to know that they have inspired their students and given them direction in life. This from an interview with Teacher Man author, Frank McCourt: