First Person: Remembering Tony
As I watched my son, James, board the school bus for his first day of kindergarten, I thought of a boy named Tony.
Tony was a high school sophomore whom I came to know during my first year as an assistant principal at a high school in North Carolina. My initial encounter with him was a result of an extended truancy. Entering my office, he appeared worn and tired, older than his 16 years. When I asked him about his absences, he told me he had had to take care of some personal problems but that he was ready now to do well in school.