So, I went down to Hanalei, the small town near my house, to teach one of my students. He is on summer break and teaching schedules get a bit erratic. We went to Java Kai and worked to the smell of kona coffee and whipped cream.
Fun. Spelling--"pulchritude"--wow, good word. He got it. He is going into sixth grade. Word games, noisy pop quizzes (he gets to give me one and then I get to give him one--only fair--he won). Adverbs--less fun, and reading comprehension. It was rambunctious, summery and whole. It is amazing to watch a sixth grader throw himself into English class on a sunny Friday in summer.
When we left Java Kai to go and find his mom who is a close friend of mine, we bumped into two of my other students--sisters aged ten and sixteen. All three are friends. It was wonderful to see them all together. Like chattering, chirping, chickens. I went upstairs, sat in the sun and spoke to both moms. Eventually another student arrived--the older brother of the recently graduated student. He is watching the sixth grader this summer and had come to take him to the beach. While I was talking to him, the ten year old put her hand in mine, pulled me down to her level and whispered in my ear, "I finished my homework already." Huge smile on her face. She kept hold of my hand and tried on my ring.
I watched them all. The ten year old is reading Mandy. The sixteen year old starts Wuthering Heights tomorrow. The sixth grader is reading The Mysterious Benedict Society. They are just discovering it. The pull of a book. The intense relationship between reader and story. It was wonderful to sit in the sun with them.