Summer School

It started today. As much as I'd like to say that I'm teaching summer reading to help my struggling readers become more proficient and fluent, the fact is I'd rather be sleeping in and drinking coffee with my book each a.m. I can't complain too much because I have just four morning hours of work each day, but I can already predict that my days will in actuality be much longer. You see, I don't really know how to teach reading, which is what I've been assigned. Literature and writing, sure. But reading is a whole different ball game of strategies, decoding, and vocabulary. I'm not worried that I won't figure this out, it's just going to take a bigger chunk out of my summer days than I had anticipated. Luckily, I made it through the first day without anyone calling my bluff.