My job, mostly, was to keep track of students' reading through intermittent written responses, book talks, and their reading logs, and to circulate through the class as students tried to stay awake at 8:00 in the morning. ("Take a lap around the pod," I'd say, tapping a snoozer on the shoulder. "No, no," they'd always say, a little embarrassed. "I'm okay.") Today, students shared for a minute or two about the experience. Some of their thoughts:
All through school, I never read anything. I just sparknoted whatever books were assigned. This tri I actually read everything.Our sharing time started to take on the flavor of an A.A. meeting--students waxed ecstatic about their mental transformations, all from just applying themselves during our daily Sacred Reading Time.
I hated to read before taking this class. I still don't like it, but at least I can imagine the characters more now. I can read faster, too.
I'm a slower reader, now, but I pay more attention when I read, and remember the story better.
I never imagined that novels could seem so true, so real, before reading some of the books Mr. A. recommended.
I expanded my genres beyond fiction and action/adventure.
It's nice to have a class where all you do is something you enjoy.
At home, I'd be reading a book, and my mom would walk by and say, "What?!" I never used to read at all.
I could set goals and push myself to read twice as much as before.
I'll want to read more after this, even if I don't become an "avid reader."
Before, I just read stories. Now I can get the deeper meaning.
The literati are always lamenting our culture's dearth of reading, whatever the reason--the mad rush of time, the wiles of the Wii, or that smelly guy who ruins every book club.
One hour of reading, every day, for a couple months: this just might be the solution.