Thompson: My Story of Teaching and Learning
After crack and gangs hit my neighborhood, I became an inner city high school teacher .. and completely fell in love with the job. When a kid transferred into my class from the deep South he asked whether I had Black kids. "You’re always talking about ‘ma kids’" said the student as he mocked my Okie accent. From all over the room came laughter and the reply, "D.T. has hundreds of Black kids!" Then the class clown added, "Yeah, D.T. is a playa!"
The deep bonds with my students were the only reason why I put up with the indignities that are routinely dumped on teachers, as well as the fearful "culture of compliance" that afflicts public schools. My principal, and others, did not care for my love of playing basketball with the students, and she hated their practice of calling me "D.T.," not "Doctor Thompson."
And of course, there were plenty of warnings against dangerous practices ranging from breaking up gang fights to leading Socratic discussions into controversial areas to driving students home after games. After six years, I
And of course, there were plenty of warnings against dangerous practices ranging from breaking up gang fights to leading Socratic discussions into controversial areas to driving students home after games. After six years, I