Frank McCourt’s book Teacher Man was released today, and I picked up my copy. Forty percent off at the Walden Books in the basement of the GE building at Rockefeller Center. What a bargain!
So far he hasn’t said that much about teaching. There was more about his miserable Irish childhood and going to school in Ireland, having sex with a girl named June who was in the teaching program at NYU, and funny stories about his teacher licensing exam.
I guess he's trying to make the point that nothing in a teacher's education really prepares him for the actual job. "Mr. McCourt" was the funnest and most enjoyable teacher I ever had, but did I actually learn anything in his class? He didn't think so, he gave me an 85, which was a pretty lousy grade.
After three chapters, it seems like a better book that ‘Tis; his sense of humor shines through the pages. But then it took McCourt six years to write Teacher Man, and it’s a pretty short book, so it had better be good.