I'd Like to Apologize to Every Teacher I Ever Had: My Year as a Rookie Teacher at Northeast High

by Tony Danza

hungry, or late because gunfire outside

where still there yet was no one there to get

I’m still riding high at the end

endearing after all. Small victories, I think, as I make my way down the corridor in my cool

laugh while I’m still fumbling for the connection.

opportunity to tie our study of poetry to their lives and to the theme of social justice that has threaded through our

gowned in Viking red, the

reverse, and head for the exit.