Last year I started a book club with my sixth and seventh-grade social studies students. We met after school, discussing historical fiction. One class in particular really connected with the books and would have middle-of-class spontaneous debates:
Rebel Hart is!
When I decided to stop teaching, I asked my principal if I could continue with the book clubs. She’s given me the freedom to create my own program. I’ll meet monthly with three different groups, grades three through seven. Bliss!
I heard some rumbling at open house. Several of my former students, my readers, mind you, are spreading the word that only girls go to book clubs. Hmmm. When I run into those squirrels they’ll have to answer for themselves! During open house, my principal invited me up to introduce as part of the faculty, which was a lovely touch. Many parents told me how excited their kids are, boys too, you fifth-grade goofs.
Third grade book club starts today. Best of all, my son’s coming. Like I said, a dream.