Write what you know…Here’s Michael, digging a little deeper into the myth. Thanks Mike!
“I think you’re ready, Michael,” she said. “You’re reading very well, and I want the big kids to hear it.”
On the one hand, I was thrilled. Of all the students in the class, I was the one Mrs. Northrup had chosen for the honor. But on the other hand, I was scared silly. I was six years old that fall, a first-grader who may have been reading well but who was also the shyest student in the class. Looking back, I am sure Mrs. Northrup realized this, and she had decided the task assigned would do me good.
Of course, being six, I didn’t share her professional and experienced perspective. She’d been a teacher for decades. I just knew that standing up in front of a classroom full of older kids and reading aloud to them seemed about as beneficial for my development as walking straight into the heart…
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