Continuing to blog about Frank McCourt's recently released book Teacher Man.
Chapter Four is nearly entirely devoted to a story about working at the docks. It has nothing to do with teaching. I thought this was a book about teaching. Maybe McCourt doesn't have that much to say about teaching, so instead he has to repackage stories from his previous memoirs?
Chapter Five is about teaching at McKee Vocational School in Staten Island. This book won't do much for Staten Island's reputation. Having grown up in Staten Island, I can attest that the borough sucks.
McCourt makes some more politically incorrect mentions of his students' breasts. I always suspected that the male teachers where hot for their underraged pupils, here is some more confirmation.
One of McCourt's students' parents complains that he doesn't teach anything, he just tells stories. That was the McCourt I remember, the guy was really fun to listen to and never made us do any real work.