Posted on September 21, 2007 at 12:11pm
My Friend, the Sex Offender
As section 05 of ninth grade English drew to a close on a fall Friday afternoon in 1994, students began sliding binders into backpacks, and I reminded them that the homework was written on the board, adding that they could call me if they had questions. I asked JP to stay after.
JP, a fourteen year-old from a family of dysfunctional privilege, stayed in his seat, his head bowed a little. I sat down at my desk. Outside the window, our little… Continue