There are moments in the classroom that linger in memory. Like the time we discussed Seth Grahame-Smith’s Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and one of my students asked, “If they’re not fighting zombies in the original, what are they doing? Because otherwise it seems like there’s a lot of talking and tea drinking.”
So far this term, all of three short weeks, there’s been a priceless moment when a student wanted to compare a book we read to Jane Eyre.. When she flippantly cautioned us about the “spoiler alert” her remarks contained, her neighbor stuck her fingers in her ears and refused to listen, so her as-yet-unfinished reading of the book wouldn’t be ruined. There’s been a reading journal entry that discussed Bill Nighy’s role as the father in the movie version of I Capture the Castle as a reason to see the movie (my thoughts exactly).
And we had a pair of reveurs for our discussion of The Night Circus.
To borrow the words of another book we’ve read this term, my students are infinite. Forty minutes til class. I can hardly wait to see what they’ll do next.