ABSTRACT

Curled up in a well-worn seat in a large dark theater, wrapped around a box of stale popcorn, and illuminated by the eerie flicker of moving pictures across a silver screen, I search in shadows for images of teachers and teaching. This is a private screening, a lonely marathon of movie madness, and my mind and body begin to ache. But I am an explorer, I remind myself, and even bruised or battered I must go on. Blackboard Jungle blinks off and Stand and Deliver starts to roll.