by Bel Kaufman
At least the problems are being recognized. (The governor of New York recently called our schools “a disaster.”) A member of the Board of Education said, “There’s a lot of talk but no action.” I think a youngster who had written to me said it better: “DEAR WHO—NOBODY DOES NOTHING. YOUR TRUE READER.”
My sources, as always, are the kids. I once approached a boy loitering outside his classroom. He looked at me suspiciously: “You puttin’ my name down?” No—I only wanted to ask him what we should do about our schools. His answer was direct and to the point. “Burn them,” he said.
As in Up the Down Staircase, children today are still writting their opions. Even their spelling mistakes are the same. I have faithfully kept all the letters they have been writing to me through the years:
“If my mother didn’t have a abortion of me, why should I complaint?”
“I am Vivian in your book, but I’d rather be a geneticist.”
“Hi, Bel, I guess you don’t know me but I love your book and will never stop reading it. Please don’t forget me if possible.”
“I wish you could be my teacher and not enough pressure in the water fountain.”
“Sometimes I feel like throwing myself out.”
Whether in 1964 or in any other year, good education means good teachers. All over the country, in spite of all difficulties, teachers have been working their daily miracles in the classrooms. I see them at their statewide conventions; I meet them in their schools—teachers devoted to their students, teachers committed to education, teachers to whom this book is dedicated.
They are there because of the rewards. No outsider can see what these rewards are. They are not on any plaque or medal. They are certainly not on any paycheck. But they are immeasurable. A child’s face lights up: “I get it! I see!” A child, grown to adulthood, says, “I had a teacher once …” A teacher who had made a difference. Perhaps at this very moment, someone someplace is saying this about a Sylvia Barrett. It’s a kind of immortality.
The potential power of good teachers is awesome. Today our children need them more than ever.
A new generation will be reading this book. The “forthcoming offsprings” of youngsters who used to write me fan letters may find it’s about them.
A young reader wrote me: “I know your book is made up, but what happened to Joe Ferone?” I wish I knew. I wish I knew what has happened to all the people in Calvin Coolidge High. Mr. McHabe, the disciplinarian, is still around, though he goes by another name. So are the teachers and the students, all with different names but the same old problems.
Sylvia Barrett still exists—not only between the covers of this book, but someplace, everyplace, in rural schools and city classrooms, wherever there are children. She’s hanging in there, calling the roll, as new students crowding through the doorway greet her with: “Hi, teach!”
BEL KAUFMAN
NEW YORK CITY
2012
Hi, teach!
Looka her! She’s a teacher?
Who she?
Is this 304? Are you Mr. Barringer?
No. I’m Miss Barrett.
I’m supposed to have Mr. Barringer.
I’m Miss Barrett.
You the teacher? You so young.
Hey she’s cute! Hey, teach, can I be in your class?
Please don’t block the doorway. Please come in.
Good afternoon, Miss Barnet.
Miss Barrett. My name is on the blackboard. Good morning.
O, no! A dame for homeroom?
You want I should slug him, teach?
Is this homeroom period?
Yes. Sit down, please.
I don’t belong here.
We gonna have you all term? Are you a regular or a sub?
There’s not enough chairs!
Take any seat at all.
Hey, where do we sit?
Is this 309?
Someone swiped the pass. Can I have a pass?
What’s your name?
My name is on the board.
I can’t read your writing.
I gotta go to the nurse. I’m dying.
Don’t believe him, teach. He ain’t dying!
Can I sharpen my pencil in the office?
Why don’t you leave the teacher alone, you bums?
Can we sit on the radiator? That’s what we did last term.
Hi, teach! You the homeroom?
Pipe down, you morons! Don’t you see the teacher’s trying to say something?
Please sit down. I’d like to– –
Hey, the bell just rung!
How come Mrs. Singer’s not here? She was in this room last term.
When do we go home?
The first day of school, he wants to go home already!
That bell is your signal to come to order. Will you please– –
Can I have a pass to a drink of water?
You want me to alphabetize for you?
What room is this?
This is room 304. My name is on the board: Miss Barrett. I’ll have you for homeroom all term, and I hope to meet some of you in my English classes. Now, someone once said that first impressions– –
English! No wonder!
Who needs it?
You give homework?
First impressions, they say, are lasting. What do we base our first– –Yes? Do you belong in this class?
No. Mr. McHabe wants Ferone right away.
Who?
McHabe.
Whom does he want?
Joe Ferone.
Is Joe Ferone here?
Him? That’s a laugh!
He’ll show up when he feels like it.
Put down that window-pole, please. We all know that first impressions– –Yes?
Is this 304?
Yes. You’re late.
I’m not late. I’m absent.
You are?
I was absent all last term.
Well–sit down.
I can’t. I’m dropping out. You’re supposed to sign my Book Clearance from last term.
Do you owe any books?
I’m not on the Blacklist! That’s a yellow slip. This here is a green!
Hey, isn’t the pass back yet?
Quit your shoving!
He started it, teach!
I’d like you to come to order, please. I’m afraid we won’t have time for the discussion on first impressions I had planned. I’m passing out– –
Hey, she’s passing out!
Give her air!
– –Delaney cards. You are to fill them out at once while I take attendance from the Roll Book. Standees–line up in back of the room; you may lean on the wall to write. Print, in ink, your last name first, your parent’s name, your date of birth, your address, my name–it’s on the board–and the same upside down. I’ll make out a seating plan in the Delaney Book. Any questions?
In ink or pencil?
I got no ink–can I use pencil? Who’s got a pencil to loan me?
I don’t remember when I was born.
Don’t mind him–he’s a comic.
Print or write?
When do we go to lunch?
I can’t write upside down!
Ha-ha. He kills me laughing!
What do you need my address for? My father can’t come.
Someone robbed my ball-point!
I can’t do it–I lost my glasses.
Are these going to be our regular seats–the radiator?
I don’t know my address–we’re moving.
Where are you moving?
I don’t know where.
Where do you live?
I don’t live no place.
Any place. You, young man, why are you late?
I’m not even here. I’m in Mr. Loomis. My uncle’s in this class. He forgot his lunch. Hi, Tony–catch!
Please don’t throw– –Yes, what is it?
This Mrs. Singer’s room?
Yes. No. No
t anymore.
Anyone find a sneaker from last term?
Hey, teach, can we use a pencil?
You want these filled out now?
There’s chewing gum on my seat!
First name last or last name first?
I gotta have a pass to the Men’s Room. I know my rights; this is a democracy, ain’t it?
Isn’t. What’s the trouble now?
There’s glass all over my desk from the window.
Please don’t do that. Don’t touch that broken window. It should be reported to the custodian. Does anyone– –
I’ll go!
Me! Let me go! That’s Mr. Grayson–I know where he is in the basement!
All right. Tell him it’s urgent. And who are you?
I’m sorry I’m late. I was in Detention.
The what?
The Late Room. Where they make you sit to make up your lateness when you come late.
All right, sit down. I mean, stand up–over there, against the wall.
For parent’s name, can I use my aunt?
Put down your mother’s name.
I got no mother.
Well–do the best you can. Yes, young lady?
The office sent me. Read this to your class and sign here.
May I have your attention, please. Please, class! There’s been a change in today’s assembly schedule. Listen carefully:
PLEASE IGNORE PREVIOUS INSTRUCTIONS IN CIRCULAR #3, PARAGRAPHS 5 AND 6, AND FOLLOW THE FOLLOWING:
THIS MORNING THERE WILL BE A LONG HOMEROOM PERIOD EXTENDING INTO THE FIRST HALF OF THE SECOND PERIOD. ALL X2 SECTIONS ARE TO REPORT TO ASSEMBLY THE SECOND HALF OF THE SECOND PERIOD. FIRST PERIOD CLASSES WILL BEGIN THE FOURTH PERIOD, SECOND PERIOD CLASSES WILL BEGIN THE FIFTH PERIOD, THIRD PERIOD CLASSES WILL BEGIN THE SIXTH PERIOD, AND SO ON, SUBJECT CLASSES BEING SHORTENED TO 23 MINUTES IN LENGTH, EXCEPT LUNCH, WHICH WILL BE NORMAL.
I can’t hear you–what did you say?
They’re drilling on the street!
Close the window.
I can’t–I’ll suffocate!
This a long homeroom?
What’s today’s date?
It’s September, stupid!
Your attention, please. I’m not finished:
SINCE IT IS DIFFICULT TO PROVIDE ADEQUATE SEATING SPACE FOR ALL STUDENTS UNDER EXISTING FACILITIES, THE OVERFLOW IS TO STAND IN THE AISLES UNTIL THE SALUTE TO THE FLAG AND THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER ARE COMPLETED, AFTER WHICH THE OVERFLOW MAY NOT REMAIN STANDING IN THE AISLES UNLESS SO DIRECTED FROM THE PLATFORM. THIS IS A FIRE LAW. DR. CLARKE WILL EXTEND A WARM WELCOME TO ALL NEW STUDENTS; HIS TOPIC WILL BE “OUR CULTURAL HERITAGE.” ANY STUDENT FOUND TALKING OR EATING LUNCH IN ASSEMBLY IS TO BE REPORTED AT ONCE TO MR. McHABE.
Water! I gotta have water! My throat is parching!
He thinks he’s funny!
May I have your attention?
No!
TOMORROW ALL Y2 SECTIONS WILL FOLLOW TODAY’S PROGRAM FOR X2 SECTIONS WHILE ALL X2 SECTIONS WILL FOLLOW TODAY’S PROGRAM FOR Y2 SECTIONS.
Where do we go?
What period is this?
The two boys in the back–stop throwing that board eraser. Please come to order; there’s more:
Is this assembly day?
BE SURE TO USE THE ROWS ASSIGNED TO YOU: THERE IS TO BE NO SUBSTITUTION.
Excuse me, I’m from Guidance. Miss Friedenberg wants Joe Ferone right away.
He isn’t here. Will you pass your Delaney cards down, please, while I– –
I didn’t start yet! I’m waiting for the pen.
How do you spell your name?
Hey, he threw the board eraser out the window!
Will you please– –
Here’s my admit. He says I was loitering.
Who?
McHabe.
Mr. McHabe.
Either way.
Now class, please finish your Delaney cards while I call the roll.
I didn’t finish!
I never got no Delaney!
Any. Yes?
Mr. Manheim next door wants to borrow your board eraser.
I’m afraid it’s gone. Please, class– –
You give extra credit for alphabetizing?
We go to assembly today?
You want me to go down for the stuff from your letter-box, Miss Barnet?
All right. Now we’ll just have to– –
I can’t write–I got a bum hand.
You gonna be our teacher?
Please come to order while I take attendance. And correct me if I mispronounce your name; I know how annoying that can be. I hope to get to know all of you soon. Abrams, Harry?
Here.
Quiet, please, so I can hear you. Allen, Frank?
Absent.
Absent?
He ain’t here.
Isn’t. Amdur, Janet?
Here.
Mr. Grayson says there’s no one down there.
How can he say that when he’s there?
That’s what he says. Any answer?
No. Amdur, Janet?
I was here already.
Arbuzzi, Vincent? Yes, what do I have to sign now?
Nothing. I came back from the bathroom.
Can I have the pass?
Me, I’m next!
I said it first!
Blake, Alice?
I’m present, Miss Barrett.
Blanca, Carmelita?
Carole. I changed my name.
Blanca, Carole?
Here.
Borden– –Yes?
Miss Finch wants you to make this out right away.
I’m in the middle of taking attendance. Borden– –
She needs it right away.
Excuse me, class.
IN THE TWO COLUMNS LABELED MALE AND FEMALE, INDICATE THE NUMBER OF STUDENTS IN YOUR HOMEROOM SECTION BORN BETWEEN THE FOLLOWING DATES–
Please don’t tilt that chair– –Boy in the back–I’m talking to you– –Oh!
So I fell. Big deal. Stop laughing, you bums, or I’ll knock your brains out!
Are you hurt?
Naw, just my head.
You’ve got to make out an accident report, Miss Barrett, three copies, and send him to the nurse.
Aw, she ain’t even allowed to give out aspirins. Only tea.
Get your feet offa me!
You call this a chair?
He can sue the whole Board of Education!
Perhaps you’d better go to the nurse. And ask her for the accident report blanks. Yes, what can I do for you?
Miss Friedenberg wants last term’s Service Credit cards.
I wasn’t here last term. And what do you want?
Miss Finch is waiting for the attendance reports and absentee cards.
I’m in the middle of– –Yes?
The office wants to know are the transportation cards ready?
The what cards?
Bus and subway.
No. Yes?
You’re supposed to read this to the class. It’s from the liberry.
Library. May I have your attention, please?
THE SCHOOL LIBRARY IS YOUR LIBRARY. ALL STUDENTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO USE IT AT ALL TIMES.
STUDENTS ON THE LIBRARY BLACKLIST ARE NOT TO RECEIVE THEIR PROGRAM CARDS UNTIL THEY HAVE PAID FOR LOST OR MUTILATED BOOKS.
THE LIBRARY WILL BE CLOSED TO STUDENTS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE TO ENABLE TEACHERS TO USE IT AS A WORKROOM FOR THEIR PRC ENTRIES.
Yes, who sent you here?
You did. Here’s the stuff from your letter-box. Where do I dump it?
Is that all for me?
Excuse me, the nurse says she’s all out of accident reports, but she wants the missing dentals.
The missing what?
Dental notes.
I see. And what is it you want?
New change in assembly program. Your class goes to different rows. X2 schedule rows.
I see. And you?
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Mr. McHabe says do you need any posters for your room decoration?
Tell Mr. McHabe what I really need is– –Yes?
The office wants the list of locker numbers for each student.
I haven’t even– –Yes?
This is urgent. You’re supposed to read and sign.
TO ALL TEACHERS: A BLUE PONTIAC PARKED IN FRONT OF SCHOOL HAS BEEN OVERTURNED BY SOME STUDENTS. IF THE FOLLOWING LICENSE IS YOURS–