A student shared this little Emily Dickinson poem in class today.
A word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just
Begins to live
I wonder if the words I say and read with my students will continue to live, and maybe someday some of these words will come back to them. I hope so. Today a tenth grader said to me, "I miss your class so much, and the way you used to read to us." I needed to hear that, in the middle of a season when my words so often seem dead!
Mary Lee has the roundup today, here! Go check it out!
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