Steven Singer, Gadfly on the Wall - A parade of faces. No names. Words are all lost in the haze of time.
But the faces remain.
Kids I’ve taught and wondered about.
What ever happened to Jason? Did Rayvin ever get into dance school? I wonder if the army took Tyler…
But there’s one face that always comes last.
A strong straight lip. Soft nose. Brooding eyes.
Terance… Terrell… TYRELL.
Yes. That’s his name.
One of my first students. One of my biggest failures.
And I don’t have to wonder what happened to him. I know with a dread of certainty.
He never got to play professional basketball like he wanted. He never even made it out of high school.
No, not dead – though I do have I gaggle of ghosts on my class roster.
He’s a murderer. Life in prison.
I was his 8th grade language arts teacher. It was my first year teaching in the district.
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