A Book for Every Reader
I felt a great connection to the first set of 4th graders I ever worked with. I was not even a true “student teacher” and was only there to observe the class of thirty 9-year-olds. In retrospect, I probably didn’t do much or matter to the teacher too terribly, but I did observe. There was a boy I wanted to adopt, a brilliant and well-rounded little girl, a class clown, and all the usual suspects you see each year.