Last week a friend in my classroom tried taking her book to morning recess. I asked what she was doing with her book…the conversation went something like this:
Me: What do you have under your jacket?
Friend: Nothing. (Friend is a TERRIBLE liar.)
Me: Are you sure? Let me see inside your coat.
Friend. OK. Fine. It’s my book, Ms. Hays! I need to read it!
Me: Nope. No. You. Don’t. Put it away. We need to run and play and swing and chase at recess today.
Friend unwillingly puts book back at her table. We run and play and swing and chase at recess.
I have morning recess duty daily. Afternoon recess duty is handled by 2 other team members. Sure enough when I picked my friend up from afternoon recess, she had taken her book to recess and had spent the time reading.
At that point I realized I was indeed the worst. teacher. ever. All she wanted to do was read her book–and have some time to herself. Geez. Why didn’t I realize this in the morning? It took me like 3 days to process this event. All she wanted to do is read. As an avid reader, I feel her pain. As a person who will read over doing anything else, I feel her pain. As a person who has used reading to escape, I feel her pain. As person who realized reading recharges my battery, I feel her pain. Why didn’t I just let her read at recess that day?
My friends are first graders. As a mom and a teacher, I am dying to help kids love books as much as I love books. Why would I tell a friend they can’t read during recess?
Because grown-ups make mistakes.