“Reading should not be presented to children as a chore or a duty. It should be offered to them as a precious gift." Kate DiCamillo
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
SLICE OF LIFE
When I think about kindness, one of the he first people I think of is Miss A. A has been at our school since first grade. Reading, actually school, has never come easy to her, and she's worked and worked and worked. She's in fifth grade now, and has never scored proficient on any standardized measure.
But she is proficient in lots of things that matter.
Last Friday, for instance, I accompanied the fifth grade to the library. I grabbed a stack of books to book talk. They are all new books, and there were a few I didn't know. One of them, the title of which I can't remember, was about a young girl whose mother has left. The girl thinks if she wins a poetry slam, her mother will come home.
D is another student in that class. She is new to our school this year, the oldest girl in a family of four children. D's stepmother and step-siblings moved out of the country earlier this year. Now it's just D, her dad, and three siblings.
D immediately asked for that book. Someone else had already snagged it, but I did a little finagling, arranged a multi-book trade and was able to procure it for her. But then they got to the checkout counter and it turned out that D has two books checked out from her previous school. And the district has a new policy that no one who has old fines can check out any books until they are taken care of, so D couldn't have that book.
I understand the district rationale, but I also know that sometimes a kid just needs a book. Nevertheless, the person in charge of the library wasn't bending. D was crestfallen.
Miss A. was right behind her.
"Can I check out that book?" she asked.
I told her she could. And she put down one of the books she had chosen, and checked out the book D had wanted to read, then we went back upstairs.
On the way back up, I suggested that maybe Miss A could share her book with D. She looked at me like I was crazy. "I didn't check the book out for me," she said. "It's too hard. I checked it out so D could read it."
And with that she handed the book over to D.
"Here," she said. "Here's your book."
And for about the millionth time, I wondered why we never measure the things that really count.
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Love this slice! No, there are so many qualities that cannot be measured on a test, but they can be captured in a story. So touching. We need more of THIS in our world today.
I think the book that was passed around was called FINDING PERFECT. It's a beautiful, heart-wrenching story that is a must read!!! Be sure to get your hands on it too!
These are the things that matter to developing a person. What a kind thing to do!
A lovely story a girl who does the things that really count. Thanks, Carol, for sharing this peek into one of your days.
Wow. Incredible piece about kindness! I am in complete agreement!!
My heart is melting.
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