I teach a reading warrior.
She is fierce. She is determined. She is ruthless.
I admire her tenacity. This child reads all day. She reads during Reading Workshop. When she should. She reads when she is supposed to be doing other things. Because she must. During play time, she brings books that are currently beyond her to any available adult. “Can you read this to me?” “Now?”
She swims in words. She spins around in them. She is a reader. She will stop at nothing.
My eye is drawn to her all morning. She sits at her table reading, books spread all around her. She reads aloud to herself. With expression. With enthusiasm. When she is unsure of a word, she walks over to me. “Does this say ___?” she will ask. When I nod, she swings her eyes back to the text, a proud smile erupting on her face and walks back to her area. To read. More. And more. And more. At recess, we need to shoo her out. Gather the books she has surrounded herself with. Break her reading spell.
“Tell me about this reading. How do you feel?” I ask her.
” I am getting good at reading. It’s so fun,” she tells me.
“Why is it so important to you?”
“I could be a teacher,” she says.
“You already are,” I tell her.
She smiles. Beautifully. Hugely. Wonderfully.
I have a reading warrior.
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