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R’s
had a tough life. He came to our school last year as a sixth grader,
and during our very first discussion about the rules in my Math
class, he gave “the look.” The look that pretty much says: You
are not going to tell me what
to do.
I
gave him one back, I’m sure he had no idea had to interpret. This
was a look I had not given a student in almost a decade. My look
said, You are going to Camp.
“Camp”
is where I got my start as an educator. I was kinda directionless the
summer
before graduating from SUNY–New Paltz, and my girlfriend was
heading off to work with special-needs kids at Camp. Having nothing
much on my calendar and eager to earn a few hundred dollars for four
weeks of fourteen-hour days, I followed. I eventually lost the
girlfriend, but found a new love: working with kids.
I’m still involved with Ramapo
For Children Camp—our seventh graders go there every year for
their spring trip—and I try to incorporate what I learned from my
five summers there into my job as a Special Education/Math teacher at
NYC’s The Computer
School. R is just the kind of kid I learned from. And after
knowing him for all of half an hour, I knew he needed Camp.
I
spoke with his foster mom—the kind of woman who makes you feel
optimistic about basic human kindness—and she told me R had
previously been thrown out of two camps due to behavioral issues. I
told her I knew one camp he would not get thrown out of and after
months of confusing paperwork and games of phone‐tag,
R went off to Camp. At the end of the session, I went to pick him
up—foster mom was expecting a baby any hour—and found that he’d
been a superstar for the past three weeks.
“He’s
read more books than any other kid here,” his bunk counselor told
me.
I
didn’t know he was that into reading. When we got back to school in
September, he told me
that his foster mother wanted to read my book,
Sacrifice
Fly, whose hero, Raymond
Donne, is a special education teacher who used to be a cop. The next
day, I brought in a signed copy for her celebrating the birth of her
son. R held it in his hands, turned it over like it was an
undiscovered treasure, and I knew he’d be reading it before mom.
Cool.
that his foster mother wanted to read my book,
Sacrifice
Fly, whose hero, Raymond
Donne, is a special education teacher who used to be a cop. The next
day, I brought in a signed copy for her celebrating the birth of her
son. R held it in his hands, turned it over like it was an
undiscovered treasure, and I knew he’d be reading it before mom.
Cool.
That
was a Friday. On the following Monday, he came in and informed me he
had read the entire book over the weekend.
“What’d
you think?” I asked.
He
got a strange look on his face and shrugged.
“What?
You didn’t like it?” I didn’t even try to hide my feelings.
This book was nominated for a Barry Award, and this kid was going to
criticize it?
He
gave me a rare humble look, squinted, and said, “I wanted more.”
The
heck with the Barry nomination. R can blurb my next book and any that
follow. And
he’s going back to Camp next summer. We’re gonna start the
paperwork earlier this year.
Hard
to reach, hard to teach, with a wall around him that would make the
Chinese envious. He was in another of my math classes last year, and
butting heads with him became an almost daily exercise. There were
the occasional days where he let me glimpse over that wall, and what
I saw was a kid who wanted to be brilliant but didn’t want the
pressure that came with it. Another kid I could learn from.
Two
weeks ago, T earned a one-day suspension for creative use of a belt.
He spent an entire Thursday in the principal’s office. At the end
of the day, the principal approached me and said that T was thinking
of going to my Crooked
Numbers book signing at
the local Barnes & Noble. Having never said a word to me about my
writing, it turned out he was perfectly comfortable telling my
principal he was impressed.
“Maybe
you can use that,” my boss suggested.
The
next day, I worked with T and had a very positive—wait for the
intended Math pun—session with him on adding and subtracting
integers. Afterwards, I took him into the hallway and presented him
with a signed copy of my book referencing a brief talk we had had the
day he was suspended.
To T,
This book has a lot to do with the choices people make — including the author’s.
This book has a lot to do with the choices people make — including the author’s.
He
looked at the book and held it in a slightly different manner as R.
Almost like he was afraid to break it. He didn’t say thank
you—that’s not who he is. He put it in his book bag, and we both
went off to lunch.
That
was a week ago. He has not said a word to me about the book since. My
fantasy is that T reads it, understands the hero’s motivations and
wants, and becomes a more positive, confident student. I want him to
show up at tonight’s reading and sit there in the audience with a
look on his face that says, “That’s
my teacher, man!” I want
that wall to start coming down.
In
reality, I’ll settle for a small crack.
Do you have a teacher who made a difference in your life, dear readers? Let us know, and one lucky commentor will win a copy of CROOKED NUMBERS!
Tim O'Mara teaches math and special education in the New
York City public schools. His debut mystery, SACRIFICE FLY was a Barry Award nominee. The novel
introduces Raymond Donne, a former cop turned Brooklyn public schoolteacher. His second book, CROOKED NUMBERS, was just published. You can find out more about Tim and his books at his website, friend him on Facebook, and follow him on Twitter as @TimOMaraAuthor.


















