Something magical is happening.
I don’t know why this surprises me because it’s a recurring event every year.
My students are reading.
And enjoying it.
They are selecting books they never thought they would read, and they are finishing them.
These aren’t little books either.
They are two, three, and four hundred pages.
They aren’t middle school books but every bit high school level.
Oh sure, my students started out reading the smaller ones, but it didn’t take long for the allure of the pretty covers, enticing plot descriptions on the back covers, and my book talks to lure them in.
I started a new thing this year. I’ve begun taking pictures of my kids with the books they finish.
A few have been shy, yet they always comply.
Here are a few from this past week…
These aren’t my Honors babies, y’all.
These are my struggling readers.
They are reading books about very mature topics…drug addiction, brain injuries, and school shootings.
They are reading books that feed their imaginations and challenge their thinking about society.
The young man who read Crank wanted to give up a few times. I encouraged him to push on. By the time he started getting tired, he was nearly finished, and I wanted him to experience the joy of finishing something.
On Friday, when he finished, he told me, “I didn’t like the way the book ended.” We then had a discussion about what he’d said.
Progress, y’all. He’d invested himself in the book and made connections…enough to form a judgment about the plot.
There are so many tough things about teaching…so many things that cause me angst.
The scale tips, though, when I get to walk alongside my precious charges as they explore new worlds…choose books they never thought they would enjoy…express feelings of shock and joy as characters make choices they agree or disagree with.
One young lady, not pictured above…I’ll grab her picture on Monday…finally moved on from Bluford series books to a new book, Scars.
This girl is one tough cookie…probably among the most challenging that I’m teaching this year…but I recognized early on how much she loves to read, and I often have to ask her to put away her book so she can focus on the whole group lesson I’m facilitating that day.
There’s some real magic happening in my room these days, and I am honored that God is allowing me to be a small part of it.