There are a few ignorant people who believe in its stated mission (to teach the youth a trade with which they can earn a living) but the vast majority of teachers and students know better. It's the story of a broken system that has created the vocational school with the sole purpose of keeping society's undesirable not-quite-adults off the streets for several hours a day.
This is absolutely not an inspirational story of a tough and idealistic teacher who reaches the hearts and minds of poor children who go on to fulfill their destinies as productive, law abiding adults.
“His mouth was a ripe slice of watermelon, and his nose could have been a banana, though Rick shied away from the obvious metaphor.”Īll in all, this book just goes to show that kids, and teachers, don't change much. However my second favourite part was this uncharacteristic foray into unlikely figurative language - this, from a man whose prose is generally no-nonsense and to the point: “Tell me, West, do you know what a dream session is? You ever been inside a shooting gallery, West? You know what mootah is, West? You dig a monkey scratching at your back, West? You know what a twist is? You ever flop into some cat’s pad, West? You know what screech trumpet is? Are you hip or from nowhere?.West, do you know what H is? Or C? Or M? Do you know what a fix means? Have you ever met The Man, West?.You dig a high on smoke, boy? You hip to the art of a water mix? You ever dance fish, West? You ever swap spit?.You also know what planked means, don’t you? You know what a dry run is, huh, boy? Or do you go for crime jargon, West? Is that your speed? You a heel and toe boy? A grafter? A fish?” My favourite part of this book was the speech the protagonist, English teacher Rick Dadier, makes to his class of teenagers:
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