Tyrane, in contrast, did nothing on the final, which was what he had done in class all year, except for the time when I had them build arguments out of craft sticks. He had said he was good at building stuff, why couldn’t I have them build stuff instead of writing. He built a solid structure involving pathos, logos and ethos. I sent a picture of him giving a big thumbs up to my dad. (“White guys love giving a big thumbs up,” I heard him explain later.) But, since I had sent that photo to my father, I felt I couldn’t give up on or decide to hate Tyrane, even though he was always disruptive in class, feeling up the girls and complaining that I wasn’t teaching shit.
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