A true episode from a black child’s life — mine
A brilliant career pedagogue decided that all music appreciation courses in Junior High School 142 should take place in room 320. This meant three ninth grade classes were grouped together every Friday afternoon to learn songs no one would ever sing anywhere else. One of those classes was 9SP, my class. 9–2 and 9–3 were the other two. Music appreciation? More like, telling jokes…
