Nearly a year ago, I read Grandad's Prayers of the Earth with my fourth graders. And today, I read it with my seventh graders.
Same story. Same meditation. Same results.
(Thank you Loyola Press.)
I honestly didn't know how seventh graders would handle their teacher reading aloud to them - they're 12 and 13 after all and could think of such an event as being below them. But, if you know me at all, I would say all children need to be read to - at least through eighth grade - so I was willing to take the chance that it might blow up in my face.
I'm sure glad it didn't.
Don't we all, once in awhile, like to be treated like kids again? When it's such a good story (as this one was), don't we enjoy being read to?
"I have no idea where I am going; I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself...But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always..." -Thomas Merton
I have come to fall in love with teaching in Catholic schools. What are YOU in love with?...
I think everyone likes to have someone read to him/her. :)
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