Power, Wisdom, and Courage
Bonus points if anyone can tell me the reference I’m making with the title. Enough on that, though.
Today was my first day for “school observation” (read: slave volunteer tutoring), and it went fine. The math class I’m assigned to on Wednesdays was having a test, so I did virtually nothing in there except to pretend to fix the teacher’s computer. Then, the ironic part of the next 5-6 weeks began. Once I’m done in there, I go back to the mentor HQ to work individually with a student. They never told me what this was going to be, but at the orientation they talked a bunch about binder organization, so I figured it might be that. No, they have me working with a kid on arguably the single facet of my education career that I never really bothered to improve on but instead just brute forced my way through. Reading comprehension.
What? I’m a great reader though!! Yes, I agree; I love to read books, especially fiction ones. However, don’t ask me to give you stuff back like the main idea, what purpose the author was trying to convey, or really anything beyond my own personal entertainment value. That’s just not the way I read nor the way I want to read. If I’m thinking about all of that, I’m missing the point why I’m reading in the first place: for fun.