I love participating in Slice of Life, started by Two Writing Teachers and writing a story, reflection, or musing.
I thought I was okay. I was nearing the end of book (stop if you've never read Freak the Mighty because you're about to read a spoiler), reading aloud to my 6th graders - this was the first time I've ever read Freak the Mighty aloud - when I got to this line: "His heart was simply too big for his body." I lost it - all the composure I had conjured up before this scene, knowing what was going to happen because I read it last summer, dissipated when the doctor explains to Max that Kevin died. I started to cry and had to stop reading.
There is a strange thing that happens when you cry at a point in a read aloud in front of a class. There's a hush that falls over the room. Kids are unsure of what to do. Some are crying with you, some are quietly waiting, others are impatiently prompting you to keep reading.
I recovered eventually, I got a box of tissues and passed them around, and continued the story. The class loved the book. It's funny, raw, and so, so sad. I imagine the kids will remember the friendship that Maxwell and Kevin...Freak the Mighty...forged. And the day their teacher cried over the boy who slayed dragons, embarked on epic quests, and whose heart was too big for his body.
I recovered eventually, I got a box of tissues and passed them around, and continued the story. The class loved the book. It's funny, raw, and so, so sad. I imagine the kids will remember the friendship that Maxwell and Kevin...Freak the Mighty...forged. And the day their teacher cried over the boy who slayed dragons, embarked on epic quests, and whose heart was too big for his body.
