Because of Mr. Terupt
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Features seven narrators, each with a unique story, and each with a different perspective on what makes their teacher so special.
It’s the start of fifth grade for seven kids at Snow Hill School. There’s . . . Jessica, the new girl, smart and perceptive, who’s having a hard time fitting in; Alexia, a bully, your friend one second, your enemy the next; Peter, class prankster and troublemaker; Luke, the brain; Danielle, who never stands up for herself; shy Anna, whose home situation makes her an outcast; and Jeffrey, who hates school.
Only Mr. Terupt, their new and energetic teacher, seems to know how to deal with them all. He makes the classroom a fun place, even if he doesn’t let them get away with much . . . until the snowy winter day when an accident changes everything—and everyone.
"The characters are authentic and the short chapters are skillfully arranged to keep readers moving headlong toward the satisfying conclusion."--School Library Journal, Starred
"This powerful and emotional story is likely to spur discussion."--Publishers Weekly
"No one is perfect in this feel-good story, but everyone benefits, including sentimentally inclined readers."--Kirkus Reviews
"Compelling. . . . Readers will find much to ponder on the power of forgiveness."--Booklist
what you’re going to do is visit our Collaborative Classroom downstairs over the next few weeks. You’ll go in groups, in the mornings and the afternoons, and simply spend time with these children doing what it is that they do.” “Mr. Terupt.” I raised my hand. “What exactly is the Collaborative Classroom?” Still being relatively new to the school, I didn’t know. “It’s where the retards go,” Peter said. Alexia laughed. “I hope you’ll answer that question a little differently after this
the rescue. Not just Peter’s rescue, but all our rescues. We needed to talk. Thanks to James and Luke, we started to. Things happen for a reason. I can’t find all the reasons. Did everything we did with the Collaborative Classroom lead toward this moment? Is this why it all happened? Why did it have to be Peter? And why did it have to be our teacher in a coma? Was it so that I would learn that life isn’t fair sometimes? ’Cause I learned that a long time ago with Michael. anna Things are
remember the time I said we should invite the Collaborative kids to our holiday centers. I saw Mr. T wipe his eyes after I said that. I didn’t know why then. Now I do.” Peter put the microphone back on the table. Alexia I took the mike again after hearing Peter. Like, I knew what he was talking about, understanding stuff about Teach that he didn’t before. That was true for me, too. “Teach took me in the hall and, like … said some stuff that I hated him for. Really hated him. But all he
house, waiting for him—and she wasn’t wearing pajamas. They hugged. Mom and I had tears in our eyes as we drove away. More of Mr. Terupt at work, I just knew it. We hadn’t driven very far before Mom broke the silence. “Jessica, I need to tell you some things that even adults have a hard time understanding, but I need you to try, okay?” I nodded and sat up straight in my seat to readjust my seat belt. “I know you’ve been wrestling with the issue of whose fault Mr. Terupt’s accident is, as have
easy way to get out of doing work. I can be really sneaky like that. I take the pass all the time and the teachers never notice. And like I said, Mr. Terupt was a rookie, so I knew he wasn’t going to catch me. Once you’re in the bathroom, it’s mess-around time. All the other teachers on our floor were women, so you didn’t have to worry about them barging in on you. Grab the bars to the stalls and swing. Try to touch your feet to the ceiling. Swing hard. If someone’s in the stall, it’s really