Funny thing happened on the way to work this morning. I walked into the subway at 149th Street and 3rd Avenue in the Bronx a few blocks from my former elementary school. Two police officers were questioning a kid who I immediately recognized as one of my former 5th graders, a very bright, straight-arrow kid. I asked the officers and my student what was going on and was told he had jumped the turnstile. The police asked me his age and a few other questions. I assured them he was a terrific kid and one of my best students; they let him leave with me without issuing a summons. The kid was clearly shaken up and didn’t deny he had jumped the turnstile, but said he was late for school. No excuse, obviously. I was just about to read him the Riot Act when he dropped the bombshell: he just got admitted into Bronx Science, a hypercompetitive selective New York City high school. I was stunned. And elated. So much so that I forgot my lecture.
As a teacher, you live for moments like this. I’m still going to chew him out for being so irresponsible. Just not today.