第12章淘气的天使WhyITecah(2)
Iknowmystudents。Massesofawkwardseventhgradersswarmthehallsofmyruralmiddleschooleachday,haulingbackpacksoveroalkingandshufflingaloilehallwayfloorfromclasstoclass。Iwatchthemlikeageneralfrommypost,mydoor,ahefactthatIcalleae。Iks,theirstories。Dorasloudisshy,andIknowitisbecauseshespehiced,soshewohebruher’sangryhand。Jaypitchlikeatenthgrader,andallthegirlsswoonwhenheandhisblondhairstrutby,butIkreallyevenlikebaseballthatmuchheplaysbecausehisdadwantshimtoaooscaredtoaskoutthegirlhelikes。Thekidsthihisjusttheclass,butIknowofhisdreamstobeeanastronautandI’vereendedhimforspaceystudentsbecauseIamtheirwritirustmewiththeirstoriesandsoIamgiventheprivilegeofhavibondwitheadeveryoeachmystudentsaboutthepowerofwords,andItrytoletthemfindreleaseahr。Welearntotrusteachotherinwritingclassbecausewelearnhowharditistowriteopenlyaly,asharingyourwordstakesce。Iseeceeverydayinmy,andIamalwaysamazedatthewordsthatystudes。Onesuchexampleetookplagauthor’schair,asharitheendofourwriter’sworkshopinwhitsvoluosharewhattheyhavewritten。
Wehadaheschool,Al。Alwassmalland,withhisdimpleddbabyface,helookedyouhanhisclassmates。InfaAlwasfirstiheclasstwoweeksearlier,osaid,“You’rehgrade。You’reababy。”Tothat,AlquiAlBillslington,andIamihgrade。”Despitehisobvie,Alhadbeenwithusforonlyashortwhileandwasstilltryingtofitin。SoIwasalittlesurprisedwheeeredtauthor’schair。Ihadohoseteaents,whenIsmiledandnoddedforhimtoread,whileinsideIsaidasileheotherstudentswouldheerheread。Theroomfellsilent,aoread。“IfIhadowouldbetomeetmydad。。。”Hestartedoutloudanddheldtheattentionofmyusuallyrestlessseventhgradersashereadonforwhatseemedlikefifteeoldofhowhehadneverknownhisfather,whohadleftthefamilywhenAl>
&heiailslestobetheonlymasugage,ofhavingtomowthelawnandfixbrokenpipes。Herevealedtousthethoughtsthatraindtlyaboutwherehisfathermightbeahaveleft。Myeyessedtheroomffacesofseventh-gradekidsereproojumpataweakrytocrackajoke,buttherewereherewereneyesesturesinsinuatingbattayseveswerelisteening。TheireyeswereonAl,andtheywereabshiswordslikespowasfull。Aluedon,tellingofnight,amansoimportanttohim,yetsounreal。Icouldhearhisvshakyashereadsuateawords,andIsawatearrolldownoneofhisdimpledcheeks。IlookedtotheaudieearsonJessica’sfathefacesofafewothersseatedquietly,ietinghimdothis,Ithought。Theyareallowinghimtosharesomethingheperhapshasneversharedbefore,ajudginghimhim。Ifeltalumpinmyownthroat。Alfirugglingnowtoreadhislastsentence。“IfIhadowouldbetomeetmydad,soIwouldn’t。。。”Histearswererollingnow,andsowereours,“。。。soIwouldoyeyesijustwwhathelookslike。”Withoutanye,theclassstoodupandapplauded。Alsmiledfromeartoearastheyallrushedhimwithhugs。Iwasfloored。ThisiswhyIteach。IteachbecauseIamallowedtolearoriesbehindthefaces。IteachbecauseIwatchkidsgrowandlaughandleareachbecauseofstudentslikeAl。