by cheri block
Joe and I are warming up for the Dark Ages. We are reading (or rereading) The Confessions of St. Augustine, Beowulf, the Koran, The Song of Roland, and Lancelot.
To recap for those of you who have recently joined the readers of Notes from Around the Block:
I met Joe when I was 14 years old. At that time, Joe was 33 years old. He was my humanities instructor. His intensity and brilliance captivated me. His degrees from U.C. Berkeley in English and Philosophy and his big booming voice, peppered with a few bad words, were the credentials that demanded my attendance in his class. I abandoned my dumb cheerleader image for one hour every day, enthralled with Rousseau and Locke. Joe is a master teacher.
He hired me to teach at his new high school when I was 21 years old.
When I left public education to open my own school, I hired him to teach Latin. He was 70 at that time.
Then, on a lark, I decided to apply to Stanford for a graduate degree in the humanities.
I needed three letters of recommendation, one from a former professor.
Joe chimed in on my behalf and the committee admitted me to the program.
Each Monday, Joe and I meet at the Elephant Bar to discuss the material I am reading for my class. Joe is my tutor.
In essence, WE have gone back to school for a new masters degree.
Perhaps these conversations, twisted into stories, will be part of the book that I didn’t realize I was writing until someone (another tutor) suggested this notion to me.
Similar to Mitch Albom’s Tuesdays with Morrie, do you think?
Now, I need an agent.
The New Year is rich with possibility.