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第13章 青春不散场 12（第1页）

第13章青春不散场（12）

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Iks，theirstories.Dorasloudisshy，andIknowitisbecauseshespehiced，soshewohebruher’sangryhand.Jaypitchlikeatenthgrader，andallthegirlsswoonwhenheandhisblondhairstrutby，butIkreallyevenlikebaseballthatmuch，heplaysbecausehisdadwantshimtoaooscaredtoaskoutthegirlhelikes.Thekidsthihisjusttheclass，butIknowofhisdreamstobeeanastronautandI’vereendedhimforspaceowmystudentsbecauseIamtheirwritirustmewiththeirstoriesandsoIamgiventheprivilegeofhavibondwitheadeveryohem.

&udentsaboutthepowerofwords，andItrytoletthemfindreleaseahr.Welearntotrusteachotherinwritingclassbecausewelearnhowharditistowriteopenlyaly，asharingyourwordstakesce.Iseeceeverydayinmy，andIamalwaysamazedatthewordsthatystudes.

Onesuchexampleetookplagauthor’schair，asharitheendofourwriter’sworkshopinwhitsvoluosharewhattheyhavewritten.Wehadaheschool，Al.Alwassmalland，withhisdimpleddbabyface，helookedyouhanhisclassmates.

InfaAlwasfirstiheclass2weeksearlier，osaid，“You’rehgrade.You’reababy.”

Tothat，Alquicklyresponded，“I’mAlBillslington，andIamihgrade.”

&ehisobvie，Alhadbeenwithusforonlyashortwhileandwasstilltryingtofitin.SoIwasalittlesurprisedwheeeredtauthor’schair.Ihadohoseteaents，whenIsmiledandnoddedforhimtoread，whileinsideIsaidasileheotherstudentswouldheerheread.Theroomfellsilent，aoread.

“IfIhadowouldbetomeetmydad...”

Hestartedoutloudanddheldtheattentionofmyusuallyrestless7thgradersashereadonforwhatseemedlike15mioldofhowhehadneverknownhisfather，whohadleftthefamilywhenAlwasababy.Hesharedtheiailslestobetheonlymasugage，ofhavingtomowthelawnandfixbrokenpipes.Herevealedtousthethoughtsthatraindtlyaboutwherehisfathermightbeahaveleft.

Myeyessedtheroomffacesofseventh-gradekidsereproojumpataweakrytocrackajoke，buttherewereherewereneyesesturesinsinuatingbattayseveswerelisteening.TheireyeswereonAl，andtheywereabshiswordslikesponges.Myheartwasfull.

Aluedon，tellingofnight，amansoimportanttohim，yetsounreal.Icouldhearhisvshakyashereadsuateawords，andIsawatearrolldownoneofhisdimpledcheeks.IlookedtotheaudieearsonJessica’sfathefacesofafewothersseatedquietly，iening.

&tinghimdothis，Ithought.Theyareallowinghimtosharesomethingheperhapshasneversharedbefore，ajudginghimhim.Ifeltalumpinmyo>

Alfirugglingnowtoreadhislastsentence.“Iflhadowouldbetomeetmydad，soIwouldn’t...”

Histearswererollingnow，andsowereours，“...soIwouldoyeyesijustwwhathelookslike.”

Withoutanye，theclassstoodupandapplauded.Alsmiledfromeartoearastheyallrushedhimwithhugs.Iwasfloored.

ThisiswhyIteach.IteachbecauseIamallowedtolearoriesbehindthefaces.IteachbecauseIwatchkidsgrowandlaughandleareachbecauseofstudentslikeAl.

我很了解我的学生们。

在我们乡村中学里，每天都会有一群七年级的学生，背着双肩背包，沿着走廊的瓷砖地板一边嚷嚷，一边慢悠悠地从一间教室走到另一间教室。

我站在教室门口看着他们，就像一个将军在阅兵似的。

我为能叫出他们每一个人的名字而感到高兴。

我知道他们的秘密以及他们的故事。

多拉是一个懒散而害羞的女孩，我知道这是因为她在家的时候不愿太惹人注意，以免因闯祸而遭到继父的殴打；杰伊可以像一个十年级的学生那样投掷棒球，当他顶着一头金黄色的头发大摇大摆地走过时，所有女孩都欣喜若狂，但是我知道他对棒球根本没兴趣，只是不敢违抗父命而已，他也不敢跟自己喜欢的女孩约会；孩子们都认为基思只是班上的小丑，但是我知道他梦想能成为一名宇航员，所以我把他推荐给了一个太空夏令营。

我了解我的学生们，因为我是他们的写作老师。

他们信任我，并告诉我他们的故事，所以我有了与他们每一个人分享秘密的特权。