"Is there writing club today?" Madeline came by to ask this morning.
"No. We had it last week," I told her. "It's only twice a month."
"But..." she was speechless for a rare moment. "Can we please have it again this week?"
Madeline is a great kid, and I can tell the end of middle school weighs heavily on her. I knew I'd be there after school. "Well, okay... if you can get at least five other kids, it's a go." I gave her the thumbs up.
"Yes!" she replied. "I know I can do that!" And off she went to round up her fellow writers.
With wide eyes, the sixth graders in my homeroom watched her disappear through the doorway and then looked at me; they were clearly a little surprised at the passion (for writing! of all things) that they had just witnessed.
But all the better for it, I think.
"No. We had it last week," I told her. "It's only twice a month."
"But..." she was speechless for a rare moment. "Can we please have it again this week?"
Madeline is a great kid, and I can tell the end of middle school weighs heavily on her. I knew I'd be there after school. "Well, okay... if you can get at least five other kids, it's a go." I gave her the thumbs up.
"Yes!" she replied. "I know I can do that!" And off she went to round up her fellow writers.
With wide eyes, the sixth graders in my homeroom watched her disappear through the doorway and then looked at me; they were clearly a little surprised at the passion (for writing! of all things) that they had just witnessed.
But all the better for it, I think.
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