Marva Collions Way(英文完整版).doc

Marva Collins way Chapter 1. Marva Collins got Freddle Harris to take off his St.Louis Cardinals jacket and hang it on the back of his chair. It was shortly after the bell rang on the first day of school, and teachers at Delano Elementary School on Chicago’s Near West Side were being unusually tolerant of students because no one was up to a challenge so soon. In fact, short of a knockdown fight, teachers were overlooking just about everything as they shuffled class cards and gave out seat assignments. No one wanted to march a student into the principal’s office and admit things had already gotten out of control just ten minutes into the new 1974-1975 school year. It didn’t seem particularly significant whether or not Freddie was wearing a jacket in class, until Marva noticed how defiantly his fists were shoved into the pockets. Actually her only concern was that it was too hot for him to sit in class all day wearing that jacket. The room was already choking in a late-summer heat that promised to get worse by midmorning. When she moved closer to him and saw how tightly his lips were pressed together and how his shoulders were hunched up around his neck, she realized that Freddie Harris was working hard at being tough. Freddie expected his stay at Delano, and in particular this class, to be brief. At nine years old he was a repeater in second grade, a troublemaker whose file down in the office bulged with psychologists’ reports and harsh evaluations from previous teachers. Last May he was suspended for the remainder of the school term for fighting. The time before, he was kicked out for throwing food in the lunchroom. Before that, he had cussed at a teacher. He was readmitted now for the new fall semester with the principal’s warning that the next infraction would get him thrown out of Delano for good. That suited Freddie just fine. He didn’t like school, and he didn’t like the other children any more than they liked him. The children his age thought he was a baby for