It’s funny how, when you look back on your school years, it’s not the report cards or the test scores that stay with you. What sticks, often more than anything else, are the people who were there while you were trying to figure out who you were becoming. That’s one of the strongest threads running through North: The Journey —this sense that the author grew up surrounded by adults who took their jobs, and their students, seriously. Not in a stiff or rigid way, but in a steady, dependable, “I’m here if you need me” sort of way. Reading through the memoir, you get the feeling that the teachers at Valley Stream North weren’t just doing a job. A lot of them were young, close in age to the students, and full of energy. They didn’t just teach whatever subject they were assigned—they dragged kids into new experiences, broadened their world a little, and tried to give them more than what was on the page. That closeness is one of the things that gives the book so much warmth. The author ...