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Published in a newsletter of City Year Chicago, an AmeriCorps education corps.
His name is Roberto Perez, and he wants to become a doctor. Until then, he sits at the front of the room, neglecting the lesson as he studies a poster listing Chicago’s top ten high schools. “Mr. Surya, what is an ‘AP class’?” he whispers to me during Ms. Adams's gazillionth explanation of two-step equations. “How far away is North Side College Prep? When do I apply? Can I get into that school?” His name is Roberto Perez, and his score from the North Western Evaluation Association’s Measure of Academic Progress pins him squarely alongside the average american third-grader. Equations and abstraction are not quite yet his strength. Class, taught awkwardly between seventh-grade level it’s supposed to be taught at and the far lower level his peers work at, at times tries his patience. And he, for that matter, at times tries mine. |
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