Teacher Man. Level 4

I was told to have a good life.

told his story. It reminded us all to think of the good things in our lives.

She enjoyed reading them, but she couldn’t write them. Why? Because she had nothing to write about. Everything in her life was perfect. Her parents were happy and successful. Rachel was their only child, and she was going to Harvard University. She had no problems.

Forty-second Street Library my favorite place in New York.

was beginning to feel I had nothing more to say to the high school students of New York about writing or anything else.

It’s the business of young people to push old people off the stage.

is going to start her full-time teaching career in September, so could I offer her any advice?

Your prize winner hugs you, and you return quietly to the streets of New York, down the stairs to your small apartment, some dry bread in the cupboard, a bottle of water in the refrigerator, a small yellow light hanging over your single bed.

He had a father who he hadn’t liked—a cruel Polish Jew

He’d often dreamed, he told me, of killing his father.