made me do it |
an unspecific, organically-developing blog my students, both past and present, made me do. |
Between games, he was reading. On the way home from the courts, he was reading. There was KFC honey-barbecue wings sitting on the table, but he went upstairs first to finish the chapter he was on. He hasn’t read a book since 8th grade, and four years later, he’s reading before eating? Reading before playing? Reading after playing? In the car? What is going on????
PRIDE!
