1 I loved my school, and the fine faith the children had in the wisdom of their teacher was truly marvellous.
2 Across the road, where fat Reuben lived, they all went outdoors while the teacher retired, because they did not boast the luxury of a kitchen.
3 The whole school started in surprise, and the teacher half arose, as the red, angry face of the Judge appeared in the open doorway.
4 The most perplexing question was where to find a teacher.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 5 In the midst of the discussion about a teacher, another young coloured man from Ohio, who had been a soldier, in some way found his way into town.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 6 This was not bad for the teacher, for each family tried to provide the very best on the day the teacher was to be its guest.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 7 I recall that I looked forward with an anxious appetite to the "teacher's day" at our little cabin.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 8 After a while I succeeded in making arrangements with the teacher to give me some lessons at night, after the day's work was done.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 9 I was in deep perplexity, because I knew that the teacher would demand of me at least two names, and I had only one.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 10 I had difficulty often in securing a satisfactory teacher.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 11 Sometimes, after I had secured some one to teach me at night, I would find, much to my disappointment, that the teacher knew but little more than I did.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter II. 12 As soon as possible after reaching the grounds of the Hampton Institute, I presented myself before the head teacher for an assignment to a class.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter III. 13 After some hours had passed, the head teacher said to me: "The adjoining recitation-room needs sweeping."
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter III. 14 I had the feeling that in a large measure my future depended upon the impression I made upon the teacher in the cleaning of that room.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter III. 15 When I was through, I reported to the head teacher.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter III.