What I Hate About Reading

What I Hate About Reading

Reading logs are the definition of a fun suck.

They are one of the few things I truly hate about reading. I used them one year because all the other teachers were using them. I witnessed first hand their destructive power.

I saw reading become a chore to be finished instead of an escape to be taken. I saw honest students turn into liars by forging their parent’s signature. I saw voracious readers get in trouble for not filling out their log. I saw the voyage of reading become reduced to swabbing the deck all in the name of helping students be responsible.

I used them once. I’ll never go back.


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Books, Benches, and Babes

Books, Benches, and Babes

The blistering Texas sun beat down on the playground like an unrelenting drum. The clear June sky subtly reminded everyone that school was almost out.


I paced my usual recess duty path. I heard the usual arguing from the four-square game; I heard the the usual giggles from packs of girls, and I heard the usual clomping footsteps from all the runners. But then I saw something not that usual.

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Crispy But Not Burned

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I remember pacing the aisles of my favorite used bookstore a few years ago. Somehow I always end up in the education section.

Amidst the old books smells, I found a book called Not Quite Burned Out But Crispy Around the Edges. It was funny, and the name has always stuck with me.

Not quite burned out but crispy around the edges is exactly how I’ve been feeling this year. The feelings of burn-out are pressing in on me like a collapsing tent. And I hate it. This isn’t me. I feel the dirge of overwhelmingness is about to crescendo in heartbreak. I don’t want to lose myself in the process of teaching.

I have to get out of this rut and get back to the heart of what I’m doing and why I’m doing it.


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