Griffin's memory takes him in a number of different directions in this long excerpt. He loved going to Second Ward High School. He remembers his walk to school, eating penny candy, participating in band and clubs, and some teachers who made an impression on him. But he confesses he and his friends walked to school, sometimes in the rain, because the city did not provide school buses for black students. And he remembers violence and drop-outs and the wholly inadequate resources in his classrooms.