Last week I spoke with an eleven-year old who complained about having to do summer reading. The district where she goes to school required reading one mandatory title and then two choices off a list. She assured me she would definitely read the books -- if not happily.
When I ran into her again, I asked her how the reading was going. She excitedly told me how she read 20 pages one day, 30 the next, and how she had just covered another 50 pages. Since she had read the 50, that meant she did not have to read anything today and tomorrow she would have to read only 15.
I asked her "What about the story? Do you like it?" She shrugged.
"Are there any interesting characters?" I continued.
"I don't know."
"Well, were there any parts that you really remembered?"
"No, nothing really."
Summer reading.
When I ran into her again, I asked her how the reading was going. She excitedly told me how she read 20 pages one day, 30 the next, and how she had just covered another 50 pages. Since she had read the 50, that meant she did not have to read anything today and tomorrow she would have to read only 15.
I asked her "What about the story? Do you like it?" She shrugged.
"Are there any interesting characters?" I continued.
"I don't know."
"Well, were there any parts that you really remembered?"
"No, nothing really."
Summer reading.
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