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December
1999

15. A Pretty Good Day

The first day of semester exams. I had two test periods, one with freshmen and one with sophomores. During the first period test with the freshmen, I had another one of those Moments.

The test was one of those all-essay thingumbobs which you know I love to give. Once they were all passed out, the strangest thing happened. Silence, reading, writing, and apparently thinking were going on all over the place. Well, of course, it was a test period. But that's not the point. There was no messing around, no excuse-making, no resistance (excluding one lovely loud fart which may not have been intentional and produced a miraculously minimal reaction). The little critters just jumped right in and did it. As I stood there in wonder, recognizing the immensity of what was happening before me, little tears sprang to my eyes, tiny tears of joy.

I was so touched that I picked up my pen and wrote a reflection on The Moment which I posted on NCTE-talk so the whole world could know that something had gone exceptionally right today.

I haven't yet read what my young scholars have written. I want to savor that earlier moment before I plunge into what is sure to be the harsher light of some inelegant prose. Their final product will not be perfect, but so what? I caught them in the act of doing some serious reading, writing, and thinking and felt hugely proud of them...the way some coaches must think when they see their somewhat raggle-taggle teams playing their hearts out.

In the midst of praising all of this freshman glory, I don't want to slight the sophomores who also brought a noble spirit to a moderately tough test. This was my unjustly notorious Guess Who Wrote This exam, where I present the students with texts they have not read by authors they have read and ask them to name the author and explain their reasons. A few finished too soon, I thought, but most went close to the bell.

Then I came home, ate a bit, and headed out for a little Christmas shopping, figuring that there really couldn't be too many people out there on a Wednesday afternoon. Silly me. I managed to get into a few smaller shops, but the mall was impossible. Folks around here shop with a vengeance. If stores were open at 3 a.m., we'd have traffic jams at 160 and Milwaukee Ave. and there would be no parking places at the mall.

{Smartypants}

The highest reward that God gives us for good work is the ability to do better work.
Elbert Hubbard

What good thing happened to you today?

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