Byline: Emily Sachar; 1989-11-27; Newsday and New York Newsday; pages 4
"September 20, 1988. The basketball sailed over my head again -- from Roger to Nathan, back to Roger, over to Andrew, then to James, back to Roger. "'Okay, that's enough. Will you please take your seats?'" I shouted. My voice was cracking, I was yelling so loud. "The period started 10 minutes agao." "My math class in Room 327 was turning into a gym class. "'Dribble,' Roger mumbled. 'Dribble, dribble, dribble. Up and score!' The ball banged against the back wall, landed on a desk and bounced to the floor. "My attendance book fell out of my hand. Nathan grabbed it, dangled it in my face, and threw it Frisbee-style against the blackboard . . . "
Description:First installment of Sachar's eight-part series on her year as an eighth-grade math teacher in Flatbush, Brooklyn.
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