I love when kids laugh out loud during independent reading. It warms my heart to know that someone has connected so deeply with a book, and it puts a smile on my face.
Yesterday, during our TCRWP reading training, our afternoon session had teachers as students, watching the skills the TCRWP trainers were modeling for us. Following the mini-lesson, we were given time to read from a book we had chosen. The room was very quiet – everyone was reading or making notes about their book – until I laughed out loud.
The thing is, I was so surprised at my outburst that it made me laugh harder, then snort. In an effort to get myself under control, I put my forehead on the table. I was silent, but it took a few moments to still my shaking shoulders, I was laughing that hard.
The thing is, the paragraphs that got me laughing weren’t really that funny. They were some of Willow’s observations in chapter 4 of Holly Goldberg Sloan’s Counting by 7s. What made me react so strongly was that I recognized myself in her description because this is how I dress at home.
Maybe you don’t see it as funny. You probably don’t dress this way, but when I am home, I wear a t-shirt and elastic waist shorts in the summer, and a t-shirt and elastic sweat pants in winter. I am not yet elderly, but Willow’s matter of fact description of my dress habits just struck me as funny at that particular moment, after lunch, in a reading workshop. I hope my laughter during class warmed the heart of someone in that room and it put a smile on their face.
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Your description of your laughter – especially the snort – made me laugh right out loud. I hope your students get to see you enjoy books this much!!
I’m also always delighted when students laugh out loud when reading. It’s a sure sign that they’re engaged! I loved your wonderful description of your laugh attack. I’m sure it caused more than a few smiles, and you can be assured that it caused one here!
Love this quote you shared. I’ve read this book, but didn’t remember this. It’s true. I love the word cozy. And comfy too. I could just see you post snort with forehead on desk & shaking shoulders.
So what is wrong with being comfy and cozy? I figure at this point in my life I have earned the right to be both. Thanks for the laugh.
Comfy, cozy and amused! what could be better? I love to imagine the room of silent diligent readers being caught off guard by your outburst. I wonder how many would have liked to join in…
I enjoyed this slow-motion reflection on one seemingly small reading moment. Stretching out time to notice what you felt and why is like the elastic waistband of writing! A device that proves both comfortable and functional.
Yeah. That would be me on winter weekends or even in the summer. I dress up for school, so when I don’t have to do that, I dress comfortably. If cozy describes it, so be it! LOL!