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Touched by Angels
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The young man wore a staple in one ear. Brynn Cassidy tried not to stare as he paraded past her and slouched down in the desk in the farthest corner of the classroom. His nose was decorated with a safety pin. The fact that his hair was cut in a Mohawk style and dyed orange shouldnТt faze her. SheТd been told what to expect.
Manhattan High School wasnТt St. Mary Academy, the parochial girlsТ high school where sheТd taught for the last two years. But teaching here was an opportunity she couldnТt let pass her by. SheТd accepted this position to test her theories and gain experience in dealing with students from a disadvantaged neighborhood.
Next, a young lady entered the room in a miniskirt, blouse and no bra. Her hair, pitch-black and stringy, covered her far better than her choice of outfits. She glanced around, shrugged, and claimed the seat closest to the door as if it were important to make a fast getaway.
The room filled quickly. The school building itself was said to be dilapidated and run-down, but that didnТt trouble Brynn. St. Mary Academy was a turn-of-the-century structure with high ceilings and lovely polished wood floors that smelled of lemon oil.
When Brynn learned Manhattan High in the Washington Heights area had been constructed in the early 1950s, sheТd expected it to be an improvement, but she was wrong. Like so many other schools, Manhattan High had been forced to make some difficult budget choices. Thanks to three failed school bond levies, modernizing the classrooms was on the low end of the priority list.
УWill everyone kindly take a seat,Ф Brynn instructed nervously. She stood in front of the class and was ignored, which wasnТt surprising since the bell had yet to ring.
Looking for something constructive to do, she walked over to the badly chipped blackboard and wrote out her name.
The bell rang, and several of the kids stopped talking long enough to indicate their irritation at being interrupted. The level of conversation increased once the bell finished.
Brynn returned to the front center of the room and waited. SheТd learned early in her teaching career never to outshout her students. It only made her look foolish, and it didnТt work. After five full minutes of being ignored, she went to the wall and flipped the light switch a couple of times. This technique had worked elsewhere but had only a mild effect upon the class. The level of talking decreased momentarily while several glanced her way, then quickly continued their ongoing conversations.
Brynn decided she had no option but to wait them out. It demanded the longest fifteen minutes of her life to stand in front of that classroom until thirty people voluntarily gave her their attention.
It might have taken longer if the boy, Hispanic from the look of him, hadnТt raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Ten or so other Hispanics stopped talking and turned around on their seats. An African American followed suit, and several of the others clustered together went silent.
The class had divided itself along ethnic lines, Brynn noted. The Hispanics sat in the front, the African Americans chose the back.
Once silence reigned, Brynn stepped forward. УGood morning,Ф she said with her brightest smile. УMy nameТs Miss Cassidy.Ф
УWhy ainТt you married?Ф
УBecause IТm not,Ф she answered simply, preferring not to get trapped in a conversation about herself. УIТm your teacher, andЧФ
УYouТre new, ainТt you?Ф
УYes,Ф Brynn answered politely. УAs you already know, weТre involved in an experimental program called Interdisciplinary Learning.Ф
УThat doesnТt sound like something a nice girl like you should be teaching,Ф one of the boys called out.
Despite herself, Brynn smiled. УWeТll be spending three hours together each afternoon, exploring senior English, world history, and social science. YouТll notice how the classes are grouped along parallel lines.Ф
УIs she speaking English?Ф one girl whispered loudly, leaning toward another.
Brynn decided it would be best to explain the concept in simpler terms. УThe classes weТll be studying are connected by subject. WeТll read The Diary of Anne Frank for the English portion, the history section will involve the study of World War Two, and in the last part of the session IТd like to discuss the justification for war and other value clarification.Ф
УAll three hours will be spent with you?Ф
УThatТs right,Ф Brynn said. УYouТll know me better than any other teacher, and by the same token, IТll know you. IТd like it if we could work together as a team.Ф
УIf weТre going to be spending this much time with one teacher, then it only seems right that you tell us something about yourself first,Ф the Hispanic boy whoТd quieted the class said. Since she owed him a favor, she agreed.
УWhat do you want to know?Ф
УHow long you been teaching?Ф
УThis is my third year.Ф
УIf she lasts the first week,Ф someone suggested under their breath.
УIТll last,Ф Brynn assured them. УIТm too young to retire and too stubborn to quit.Ф
УWhereТd you come from?Ф
УRhode Island.Ф
УWhyТd you decide to teach here?Ф
УSheТs a fool, thatТs why,Ф someone answered for her.
УThatТs not true,Ф Brynn countered. УAs I explained earlier, weТre involved in an experimental program thatТs being sponsored by the federal government. I was asked to participate.Ф
УWhyТd you do it?Ф
The questions were making her decidedly uncomfortable. УPart of the agreement would be that a portion of my student loan would be forgiven.Ф
УForgiven?Ф
УThatТs the word the government used.Ф
УWhereТd you teach before?Ф a Chinese girl asked, her gaze shyly meeting BrynnТs.
УSt. Mary Academy. ItТs a private school for girls near Rochester.Ф
УLa de da,Ф one of the boys said in a high-pitched voice. He stood, dropped his wrists, and pranced around his desk.
УHey, could you set me up with one of those nice Catholic girls?Ф
Brynn didnТt bother to answer.
УDo you color your hair or is it naturally red?Ф
УItТs auburn,Ф Brynn corrected, Уand itТs as natural as it comes.Ф
УWhat do you think, dummy, with a name like Cassidy? SheТs Irish, canТt you tell?Ф