My wood-shop teacher, Mr. August J. Bachmann, was the most influential teacher I ever had. I had gotten into21 in his class: Another student had pushed me into a wood lathe (车床), and I became 22 and began to hit him. Mr. Bachmann stopped the 23 , but instead of sending me to the office, he sat me down and asked a simple question: “Penna, why are you24 your life? Why aren’t you going to college?” I didn’t know anything about 25. No one had ever considered that a fatherless boy from the poorest neighborhood had a 26 . That day, instead of rushing off for 27 ,