Up The Down Staircase

Chas. H. Robbins

The more time in school the less time to make $.

Dropout

To be honest I tell you I have more trouble with my mother because she is a sick lady and there is no one to take care of her untill I come home from school. She's got heart trouble so she can be here today and gone tomorrow thats why there isn't much use for me to do a lot of school work because there other things in life like a job for a living. After all some day I’ll get married and I have to take mother to live with me and my wife so what's the use of school.

Failing

The teachers hate me.

Vivian Paine

I know my father passed away a year ago and my mother is of course nervous about it so I want to make plenty of it to be my own boss.

Ambitious

I'm nobody especial so nobody knows me, maybe I’ll be somebody with a job.

Me

Give me one good reason why I should stay.

Joe Ferone

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I, too, want to look 'behind the books.' I want to give Ferone several good reasons why he should stay. And I understand that when Vivian says the teachers hate her, she means that she hates the teachers—or rather, herself. The PRC tells me nothing. The kids do. Let me tell you about Jose, for example.

Myths and their Meaning polished off, my SS class was given a collection of simple contemporary short stories; fortunately, there was a surplus in the Book Room. The first one dealt with a child who was allergic to sweets, his mother, who had admonished him never to eat them, and a good-hearted but misguided neighbor who believed the child's stories about his cruel mother and his deprivations, and who fed him sweets until he became violently ill. The mother threatened to sue the neighbor. End of story.

The discussion I started in class—about good intentions and responsibility—proved so lively, that I decided to follow it up with a dramatization. I asked them to come prepared the next day to transform the classroom into a courtroom; we would plead the case, as a sequel to the story. Reminding them to familiarize themselves with the people and the situation in the story and to remain in character during the improvised court session, I assigned the roles: mother, father, neighbor, child, prosecuting attorney (Harry Kagan, of course!) defense attorney, witnesses for the defense and the prosecution, even the doctor. I realized that we had left out the judge. Through one of those swift moments of inspiration, I turned to Jose Rodriguez and asked him to be prepared to act the judge. A few in the class snickered; Jose nodded; and I myself had no idea what to expect.

The following day he appeared in class in a cap and gown—a black graduation gown and mortarboard, borrowed or rented at what trouble or expense I could only guess, and a large hammer for a gavel. He bore a look of such solemn dignity that no one dared to laugh.

He sat at my desk and said: 'The court clerk is supposed to say they gotta rise.'

There was such authority in his voice that slowly, one by one, the class rose. It was a moment I don't think I will ever forget.

The class was directed to sit down, and the wheels of justice proceeded to turn. The prosecution and the defense testified; witnesses were called, examined, cross-examined; excitement ran high. When anyone spoke out of turn, Jose would pound on the desk with his hammer: 'This here court will get quiet. Call the next witness. You keep quiet, or you'll be charged with contempt.'

He overruled every objection: 'Maybe I'm stupid, but I'm the judge and you gotta listen.'

And when Harry Kagan challenged him on court procedure, he said, with quiet assurance: 'I ought to know. I been.'

The court ruled for the defense.

When the bell rang, Jose slowly removed his cap and gown, folded them neatly over his notebook, and went on to his next class; but he walked as if he were still vested in judicial robes.

I don't think he will ever be quite the same.

And that's it; that's why I want to teach; that's the one and only compensation: to make a permanent difference in the life of a child.

The Willowdale offer is not so tempting, after all.

Love,

Syl

P.S. Did you know that out of the 77,000 dropouts in New York City 90% are Negroes and Puerto Ricans?

S.

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