ABSTRACT
My day at University Preparatory High School (UPHS) 1 usually began before I had the chance to put my book bag down. Over my heavy breathing from ascending four flights of stairs I was often addressed with “Mr. Cherrin, do you have another permission slip for the college trip?” or “Mr. Cherrin, I have advisory first period, can we register for the SAT?” My answer was always the same. Maybe it’s that I just didn’t know how to say no, which is true. Or maybe, like the majority of my peers, my students were the most important part of my life.
