Pierre Gringoire, the playwright, leaves Quasimodo and the Pope of Fools and wanders the streets of Paris.
I've been thinking a great deal about Pierre Gringoire, the playwright sentenced to hang by the King of Truands... pondering, just how do you make the toughest, most apathetic kids in the school listen to what you say, to feel, to think, to have something in their hands that is real?
Me... this old beggar teacher? Well... I started with wood, with the dirtiest most foul words scribbled and etched and burned and carved into the desks of my 60 year old classroom. Then I put rough paper jagged as gravel into the hands of these boys. I gave them stones and rags and polish and fresh air and showed them how to sand, to stand back and marvel at what hands can accomplish. We started there.