A Real Superhero's Journey: How the Classroom Saved My Life
"Lord, who am I to teach the way
To little children day by day,
So prone myself to go astray?"
Leslie Pinckney Hill’s poem “The Teacher” is a piece capable of stabbing even the purest of hearts. Who are you? it accuses. How dare you? it suggests. Already, in just the first three lines, I feel stripped to nothingness, my staggering soul on humiliating display.
To little children day by day,
So prone myself to go astray?"
Leslie Pinckney Hill’s poem “The Teacher” is a piece capable of stabbing even the purest of hearts. Who are you? it accuses. How dare you? it suggests. Already, in just the first three lines, I feel stripped to nothingness, my staggering soul on humiliating display.
