INCREASE-DECREASE

I (Reynolds) teach a class twice a week, at a high school in Harlem. And though the environment isn’t always pleasant, I must admit that it is cool to see young people trying to do better, and be better, in hopes that they become the greatness they were destined to be. For instance, yesterday they held a “town hall” meeting, in the auditorium, to discuss the Sean Bell murder, and the innocent verdict for the three police officers that killed him. The students were able to express themselves in ways that would’ve made their parents, and grandparents proud, as they spoke out about injustice, especially within their communities. I was really taken aback by their conscious decisions to go to college, to learn their rights, and even to do simple things, like smile more often. Beautiful.

But the REALLY awesome part for me, was on the way to the auditorium, I stumbled upon this poem on the wall, that was created by an English class.

I flung my cat up in the air. It spinned into my clean underwear.

Then the cat scratched my leg. He went and pissed on Meg.

Then Meg went crying, but no one cared.

written by class 106

…that darn Meg…when will she ever learn!