He was my favorite teacher in High School. He was funny, and cranky, and made fun of Ernest Hemingway ("We went fishing. It was good.")
Our assignments in his class were to read short stories by famous authors and then to write a short story about something we knew in the style of the short story we had just read. Mr. McCourt insisted that we only write about things we knew - even if it was a fictional story it could not include people whose lives were very different from our own.
I will write more about him later, but I think I won't be able to top what my classmate, Daniel Radosh, says about him in his blog.
Goodbye, Mr. McCourt. I will always be so grateful to you.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
6 years ago