I love the second semester. I get to mellow out. My routines are set, my kiddos know what I expect, and I get to enjoy them more and more. By the time Spring Break gets here, we’ll be done with state assessments and they’ll be ready to kick some butt.
One of my boys in my advanced class is reading the Potter Series for the first time. I can hardly contain my excitment and my want to talk to him about everything that he’s experiencing. Today was a pretty mellow day: do your assignment, then work quietly as you need to on what you need to. He was reading, also an acceptable activity. He asked me who my favorite character was.
“Hermione,” I answered. He responded with Luna. We talked briefly about the validity of many of the characters, agreeing that the only character we truly hated was Umbridge. The student sitting behind him said “I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”
“Muggles,” I said to my reader, rolling my eyes. He grinned.
There’s something so special about sharing literature with another human being. Not everyone will love the Potters, obviously. But just like finding common heritage, or a common friend, finding a common book can spark a connection between two people that the world cannot tear down. I recently read another of the Temperance Brennan Bones novels (I cannot for the life of me remember which) and the two little girls shared Anne Of Green Gables. I instantly felt connected to them.
Don’t worry-the Muggle and I realized that we shared the Percy Jackson books, so even he and I connected.
I love my job.