Reading didn’t seem to be such a task, but it seemed to open up my mind. As I connected to the characters in each book I read I felt a little more joy. Every morning before school I would go to Mrs. Baird and tell her about the new book I was reading and connect to her on a more personal level. But one day I came to school and Mrs. Baird wasn’t there. When class began a substitute teacher told us the tragedy. Mrs. Baird earlier that morning had driven off a roadway into a dried up riverbed. She was left in her burning car unable to move until a man saw the accident and saved her right before the car exploded. Mrs. Baird was rushed to the hospital and left in critical condition. The sub explained to the class that she would not be coming back. Suddenly what I had read in books had all seemed like fiction. No imagery or connection to a character could ever amount to what I had just heard. The books seemed to disappear and the painting of a picture never seemed so clear until I hear the news about Mrs.
Reading didn’t seem to be such a task, but it seemed to open up my mind. As I connected to the characters in each book I read I felt a little more joy. Every morning before school I would go to Mrs. Baird and tell her about the new book I was reading and connect to her on a more personal level. But one day I came to school and Mrs. Baird wasn’t there. When class began a substitute teacher told us the tragedy. Mrs. Baird earlier that morning had driven off a roadway into a dried up riverbed. She was left in her burning car unable to move until a man saw the accident and saved her right before the car exploded. Mrs. Baird was rushed to the hospital and left in critical condition. The sub explained to the class that she would not be coming back. Suddenly what I had read in books had all seemed like fiction. No imagery or connection to a character could ever amount to what I had just heard. The books seemed to disappear and the painting of a picture never seemed so clear until I hear the news about Mrs.