You Don't Know Nothing Miss
Having been appointed to the post advertised as 'Applications are invited for the post of tutor and guide to boys with emotional or behavioural problems', I established what became known as 'the special class' in a Comprehensive School in the East End of London. The book tells of my experiences in the first year and is the story of the boys who were sent to that class.
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