Teacher Man McCourt, Frank

Frank McCourt spent thirty years in New York City classrooms — not lecturing on Joyce or Yeats, but teaching teenagers who thought Shakespeare was boring and grammar was a waste of time. This is the story of those years: the chaos, the frustration, the small victories, and the moments when a wisecrack or a well-timed story cracked through a kid's defenses. McCourt writes about teaching the way he wrote about his Irish childhood in *Angela's Ashes* — with humor, honesty, and zero sentimentality. He doesn't pretend teaching saved him or that he saved anyone. He just shows up, survives, and occasionally gets through. For anyone who's ever stood in front of a classroom, or wondered what really goes on in one, this is as real as it gets.