Title: Lively Literature
1Lively Literature
2Lively Literature
Myrtis Mixon Ed.D mmixon_at_usfca.edu
3Using literature?
- Why?
- Authentic
- Interesting
- Motivating
- Engaging/involving
4SKILLS?
- Useful as content to teach all skills
- Reading
- Writing
- Speaking
- Listening
- Vocabulary
5- What kind of literature have you used?
- Pair/Share
- Group share?
6- How did you use the piece?
- An activity?
- Was it successful?
7- What novels have you used?
- In class?
- Leisure reading in English?
8What novels did I bring?
- Charles Dickens? Tale of Two Cities?
- Emily/Charlotte Bronte? Jane Eyre?
- Jane Austen? Pride Prejudice
- Nathaniel Hawthorn? The Scarlet Letter
- Mark Twain? Huckleberry Finn
- Herman Melville? Moby Dick
9- No
- Why not?
- They are good but
- language is dated.
- hard to read.
- historical, not current.
10Why use contemporary?
- Relevant to high school students
- Todays issues
- Todays language
- Lively
- Engaging
- ????
11What is this genre?
- Fiction with a YA designation
- Young adult
- Novels
- Short Stories
12(No Transcript)
13Lets jump in
- Pre-reading?
- What activities? Look at this book cover
- Speak
- A contemporary classic
14Preview of Speak
Melinda busted an end-of-summer party by calling
the cops, so her old friends wont talk to her,
and people she doesnt know hate her from a
distance. Its no use explaining to her parents
theyve never known what her life is really like.
The safest place for Melinda to be is alone,
inside her own head. But even thats not safe.
Because theres something shes trying not to
think about, something about the night of the
party that, if she admitted it and let it in,
would blow her disguise. Then she would have no
choice. Melinda would have to speak the truth.
15Clans, Cliques Outsiders
- Pairs
- Read together and pick out the words you know in
this list of clans. - Dont have to understand them all to understand
the piece.
16Clans, Cliques and Outsiders
- Older students are allowed to roam until the
bell, but ninth graders are herded into the
auditorium. We all fall into clans Jocks,
Country Clubbers, Idiot Savants, Cheerleaders,
Human Waste, Eurotrash, Future Fascists of
America, Big Hair Chix, the Marthas, Suffering
Artists, Thespians, Goths, Shredders. I am
clanless. - I wasted the last weeks of August watching bad
cartoons. I didnt go to the mall, the lake, or
the pool, or answer the phone. I have entered
high school with the wrong hair, the wrong
clothes, the wrong attitude. And I dont have
anyone to sit with. p. 4
17Activity 1
- Unfamiliar words
- Slang? How much to teach?
- Using Bookmarks for vocabulary words
18Vocabulary Bookmark
19Activity 2 Word Choice, Tone, Voice
- Who is the speaker?
- What is the conflict that the speaker faces?
- Why is the listing of different social circles
significant? - What type of tone is used here? Why?
20Critical Thinking Questions
- Why are the ninth graders treated differently
than the older kids? - Given the circumstances in the passage above, how
would you feel? - Have you ever felt like the speaker? Describe in
detail a time in your life when you feel you
could relate. - Why do you think the speaker is facing this
problem? Is she really an outcast?
- High school is a time when things like hair and
clothes can make an immediate difference in the
way you are treated. Why do you think these
things are so important in high school? Does this
change in life after high school? - Why is it important to have a clan?
21Winter Break
- School is out and there are two days until
Christmas. Mom left a note saying I can put up
the tree if I want. I drag the tree out of the
basement and stand it in the driveway so I can
sweep the dust and cobwebs off it with a broom.
We leave the lights on it from year to year. All
I have to do is hang the ornaments. - There is something about Christmas that requires
a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I
wonder if we could rent one for the holidays.
When I was tiny we would buy a real tree and stay
up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just
the right place for the special decorations. It
seems like my parents gave up the magic when I
figured out the Santa lie. Maybe I shouldnt have
told them I knew where the presents really came
from. It broke their hearts.
- I bet theyd be divorced by now if I hadnt been
born. Im sure I was a huge disappointment. Im
not pretty or smart or athletic. Im just like
theman ordinary drone dressed in secrets and
lies. I cant believe we have to keep playacting
until I graduate. Its a shame we cant just
admit that we have failed family living, sell the
house, split up the money, and get on with our
lives. (70)
22Winter Break
- Choral Reading?
- Summarize with your partner.
23Escape
- The first hour of blowing off school is great. No
one to tell me what to do, what to read, what to
say. Its like living in an MTV videonot with
the stupid costumes, but wearing that
butt-strutting, I-do-what-I-want attitude
I wander down Main Street. Beauty parlor,
7-Eleven, bank, card store. The rotating bank
sign says it is 22 degrees. I wander up the other
side. Appliance store, hardware store, parking
lot, grocery store. My insides are cold from
breathing in frozen air. I can feel the hairs in
my nose crackle. I even think about trudging
uphill to school. At least its heated.
24Escape
- I bet kids in Arizona enjoy playing hooky more
than kids trapped in central New York. No slush.
No yellow snow. - Im saved by a Centro bus. It coughs and rumbles
and spits out two old women in front of the
grocery store. I climb on. Destination The Mall. - I sit by the central elevator. The air smells
like french fries and floor cleaner.
- I should probably tell someone, just tell
someone. Get it over with. Let it out, blurt it
out. I want to be in fifth grade again. Fifth
grade was easyold enough to play outside without
Mom, too young to go off the block. - I spend the rest of the day waiting for it to be
248, so its not all that different from school.
(99)
25Escape
- Use Shadow Reading.
- What are teen words for being absent without a
valid reason? - Cutting classes
- Playing hookey?
- ?
26Lunch Doom
- Nothing good ever happens at lunch. The cafeteria
is a giant sound stage where they film daily
segments of Teenage Humiliation Rituals. And it
smells gross. I sit with Heather, as usual, but
we are off by ourselves in a corner by the
courtyard. - Heather This is really awkward. I mean, how you
say something like this? No matter what . . . no,
I dont want to say that. I mean, we kind of
paired up at the beginning of the year when I was
new and didnt know anyone and that was really,
really sweet of you, but I think its time for us
both to admit that wejustareverydifferent.
- She studies her no-fat yogurt. I try to think of
something bitch, something wicked and cruel. I
cant. - Me You mean were not friends anymore?
27Lunch Doom
- Heather (smiling with her mouth but not her
eyes) We were never really, really friends, were
we? I mean, its not like I ever slept over at
your house or anything. We like to do different
things. I have my modeling, and I like to shop - Me I like to shop.
- Heather You dont like anything. You are the
most depressed person Ive ever met, and excuse
me for saying this, but you are no fun to be
around and I think you need professional help.
- Up until this very instant, I had never seriously
thought of Heather as my one true friend in the
world. But now I am desperate to be her pal, her
buddy, to giggle with her, to gossip with her. I
want her to paint my toenails.
28Lunch Doom
- Me I was the only person who talked to you on
the first day of school, and now youre blowing
me off because Im a little depressed. Isnt that
what friends are for, to help each other out in
bad times? - Heather I knew you would take this the wrong
way. You are just so weird sometimes. - I know what shes thinking. She has a choice she
can hang out with me and get the reputation of
being a creepy weirdo who might show up with a
gun someday, or she can be a Marthaone of the
girls who get good grades, do nice things, and
ski well. Which would I choose?
29Lunch Doom
- Heather When you get through this Life Sucks
phase, Im sure lots of people will want to be
your friend. But you just cant cut classes or
not shop up to school. Whats nexthanging out
with the dopers? - Me Is this the part where you try to be nice to
me? - Heather You have a reputation.
- Me For what?
- Heather Look, you cant eat lunch with me
anymore. Im sorry. Oh, and dont eat those
potato chips. Theyll make you break out. - She neatly wraps her trash into a wax-paper ball
and deposits it in the garbage can. Then she
walks to the Martha table. Her friends scootch
down to make room for her. They swallow her whole
and she never looks back at me. Not once. (107)
30Lunch Doom
- Activity 3 Defining the Theme
- 1. Pairs or small groups. Consider the following
Many say the theme of this book is survival. Or
is it being an outsider? An outcast, and how to
survive? Can you define survival? What does it
mean to survive? How do people survive? Describe
a personal survival experience. Are there
different levels of survival? What are they? What
characteristics coincide and encourage survival? - 2. Compare your definitions. How is yours
different? Does survival mean something different
to everyone? Why? What shapes our ideas of what
it means to survive? - 3. Write down your personal definition of
survival, and then compare it to the dictionary
definition. How does your definition measure up?
Are there any important aspects that you left
out, or that the dictionary failed to mention?
31Clash of the Titans
- We have a meeting with the Principal. Someone has
noticed that Ive been absent. And that I dont
talk. They figure Im more a head case than a
criminal, so they call in the guidance counselor,
too. - Mothers mouth twitches with words she doesnt
want to say in front of strangers. Dad keeps
checking his beeper, hoping someone will call. I
sip water from a paper cup. If the cup were
glass, I would open my mouth and take a bite.
Crunch, crunch, swallow. - They want me to speak.
- Why wont you say anything? For the love of
God, open your mouth! This is childish,
Melinda. Say something. You are only hurting
yourself by refusing to cooperate. I dont know
why shes doing this to us. - The Principal ha-hums loudly and gets in the
middle. - Principal We all agree we are here to help.
Lets start with these grades. They are not what
we expected from you , Melissa.
32Clash of the Titans
- Dad Melinda.
- Principal Melinda. Last year you were a
straight-B student, no behavioral problem, few
absences. But the reports Ive been getting
well, what can we say? - Mother Thats the point, she wont say
anything! I cant get a word out of her. Shes
mute. - Guidance Counselor I think we need to explore
the family dynamics at play here. - Mother Shes jerking us around to get
attention. - Me (inside my head) Would you listen? Would you
believe me? Fat chance. - Dad Well, something is wrong. What have you
done to her? I had a sweet, loving little girl
last year, but as soon as she comes up here, she
clams up, skips school, and flushes her grades
down the toilet.
33Clash of the Titans
- Guidance Counselor (leaning forward, looking at
Mom and Dad) Do the two of you have marriage
issues? - Mother responds with unladylike language. Father
suggests that the guidance counselor visit that
hot scary underground world. The guidance
counselor grows quiet. Maybe she understands why
I keep quiet. - Mother and Father apologize. I think of them
singing a sorry tune and I giggle. - Mother You think this is funny? We are talking
about your future, your life, Melinda! - In-School Suspension. This is my Consequence. It
is in my contract. (116)
34Clash of the Titans
- Activity 4 Do a mind-map of the different
characters in this short scene. Add details that
you can guess about the people. - Expansion possibilities Students write role
plays of a similar meeting. Act it out. - Use Character and Plot Line Bookmarks
-
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36My Name
- In English my name means hope. In Spanish it
means too many letters. It means sadness, it
means waiting. It is like the number nine. A
muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father
plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving,
songs like sobbing. - It was my great-grandmothers name and now it is
mine. She was a horse woman too, born like me in
the Chinese year of the horsewhich is supposed
to be bad luck if youre born femalebut I think
this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like
the Mexicans, dont like their women strong. -
37My Name
- My great-grandmother. I wouldve liked to have
known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she
wouldnt marry. Until my great-grandfather threw
a sack over her head and carried her off. Just
like that, as if she were a fancy chandelier.
Thats the way he did it. - And the story goes she never forgave him. She
looked out the window her whole life, the way so
many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I
wonder if she made the best with what she got or
was she sorry because she couldnt be all the
things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have
inherited her name, but I dont want to inherit
her place by the window.
38My Name
- At school they say my name funny as if the
syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof
of your mouth. But in Spanish my name is made out
of a softer something, like silver, not quite as
thick as sisters nameMagdalenawhich is uglier
than mine. Magdalena who at least can come home
and become Nenny. But I am always Esperanza. - I would like to baptize myself under a new name,
a name more like the real me, the one nobody
sees. Esperanza as Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze
the X. Yes. Something like Zeze the X will do. -
39Non-Stop Writing
- WHAT DO YOU THINK about this piece? (for one
minute) - NOW NON-STOP WRITE
- You write on a topic without stopping, similar to
free writing. In class, non-graded, timed writing
on an assigned topic---without stopping. - Use think-three rule support the statement
with at least three reasons, all explained in
narrative form. -
- Why do a writing assignment that is non-graded?
-
- Share your writing.
40Another contemporary classic
41Preview
- Miles Pudge Halter is done with his safe life
at home. His 16 years have been one big nonevent,
and his obsession with famous last words has made
him crave the Great Perhaps (poet Francois
Rabelais last words.) He heads off to the
sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, and
anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek
Boarding School in Alabama. His life becomes the
opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska
Young gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy,
self-destructive, and utterly fascinating. Alaska
Young is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge
into her world, launches him into the Great
Perhaps, and steals his heart.
42Unusual Talents
- My new roommate came in. I see youve decorated
the place, pointing toward the world map. I
like it. - And then he started naming countries in a
monotone, as if hed done it a thousand times
before Afghanistan, Albania, Algeria, American
Samoa, Andorra, and so on. He got through the As
before looking up at me. I can do the rest, but
itd probably bore you. Something I learned over
the summer. God, you cant imagine how boring New
Hope, Alabama, is in the summertime. - Thats pretty amazing, I said.
- Yeah, everybodys got a talent. I can memorize
things. And you can - Um, I know a lot of people last words.
- Example? asked Chip.
- I like Henrik Ibsens. He was a playwright.
Well, hed been sick for a while and his nurse
said to him, You seem to be feeling better this
morning, and Ibsen looked at her and said, On
the contrary, and then he died. - Discussion Question Chip, the Colonel, says
Everybodys got a talent. Do you? - Name some other talents, usual and unusual you
can think of. -
43p. 13 Meeting Alaska
- Later, Chip said And dont call me Chip. Call
me Colonel. - I laughed, The Colonel?
- Yeah. The colonel. And well call youhmm,
Pudge? - Huh?
- Pudge, the Colonel said. Because youre
skinny. Its called irony, Pudge. Heard of it?
Now, lets go get some cigarettes and start this
year off right. - He walked out of the room, again just assuming
Id follow, and I did. - We walked five doors down to Room 48. A dry-erase
board was taped to the door using duct tape. In
blue market, it read Alaska has a single! - He knocked once, loudly. A voice screamed to
come in. I saw the hottest girl in all of human
history standing before me in cutoff jeans and a
peach tank top. - She told a story about someone grabbing her
boobs. The Colonel laughed and I stared, stunned
by the force of the voice coming from the petite
girl and partly by the gigantic stacks of books
that lined her walls.
44Meeting Alaska
- Whos the guy thats not laughing at my very
funny story? She asked. - Oh right. Alaska, this is Pudge. Pudge
memorizes peoples last words. Pudge, this is
Alaska. She got her boob honked over the summer. - She came over, her hand extended, then made a
quick move and pulled down my shorts. We all
laughed! - So, Alaska, sell us some cigarettes, the
Colonel said. And then somehow he talked me into
paying five dollars for a pack of Marlboro Lights
I had no intention of ever smoking. - Discussion Question Share some nicknames. Why do
people give nicknames? - Should teen-agers be allowed to smoke cigarettes?
Why do they start smoking? - Do they usually start smoking to fit in?
45More bookmarks
46p. 95 Why Things Get Screwed Up
- Alaska came to my room, sobbing. She sat down on
the couch, whimpering and screaming. Whats
wrong? I asked. - When she could talk, she said I dont
understand why I screw everything up. - What, like ratting on Marya? Maybe you were
just scared. - Scared isnt a good excuse! she shouted into
the couch. But I told the Colonel about my
ratting on Marya. He said hed never let me out
of his sight during pranks. That he couldnt
trust me on my own. And I dont blame him. I
dont even trust me. - It took guts to tell him, I said
- I have guts, just not when it counts.
-
47Meeting Alaska
- I dont want to upset you, but maybe you just
need to tell us all why you told on Marya. Were
you scared of being sent home? - Theres no home.
- Well, you have a family,
- I try not to be scared, you know. But I still
ruin everything. I still fuck up. - Discussion Question Miles tells the story in his
own first-person voice. How might the book differ
if it had been told in Alaskas voice or the
Colonels? Or in the voice of an omniscient
narrator?
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49p. 114 Best Days/Worst Days
- Alaska opened another bottle of Strawberry wine.
I said, We have to slow down or Ill puke. - Im sorry, Pudge. I wasnt aware that someone
was holding open your throat and pouring wine
down it, the Colonel responded. - And then, as if out of nowhere, Alaska
announced, Best Day/Worst Day! - Huh? I asked.
- Well slow down the drinking by making it a
game. Best Day/Worst Day. - Never heard of it, the Colonel said.
- I just made it up.
- Lara asked, What are the rules?
50Best Days/Worst Days
- Everybody tells the story of their best day. The
best storyteller doesnt have to drink. Then
everybody tells the story of their worst day, and
the best storyteller doesnt have to drink. Then
we keep going, second best day, second worst
day - I went first. Best day of my life was today and
the story is that I woke up next to a pretty
Romanian girl named Lara and I kept adding
details. Great day. Today. Best day of my life. - You think Im pretty? Lara said, and laughed,
bashful. - That story ended up being a hell of a lot
better than I thought it would be, Alaska said,
but Ive still got you beat. - Bring it on, baby, I said.
- Best day of my life was January 9, 1997. I was
eight years old, and my mom and I went to the zoo
on a class trip. I liked the bears. She liked the
monkeys. Best day ever. End of story. - Thats it?! the Colonel said. Thats the best
day of your whole life? - Yup.
51Best Days/Worst Days
- OK, my turn, said Lara. Its easy. The day I
came here. I knew English and my parents didnt,
and we came off the airplane and my relatives
were here. My parents were so happy. I was 12,
and I had always been the little baby, and that
was the first day that my parents needed me like
a grown-up. Because they did not know the
language, right? They need me to order food and
translate tax and immigration forms and
everything else, and that was the day they
stopped treating me like a kid. - All right, Takumi said, its my turn. I lose.
Because the best day of my life was the day I
lost my virginity. And if you think Im going to
tell you that story, youre gonna have to get me
drunker than this. - Not bad, said the Colonel. Best day of my
life hasnt happened yet. But I know it. I see it
every day. The best day of my life is the day I
buy my mom a huge house. And she wont live in a
trailer anymore. Ill open her side of the car
door and shell get out and look at this house,
two-stories and everything, and Im going to hand
her the keys to her house and say, Thanks,
Mom. - Colonel, you win, said Alaska. And the rest of
us drank wine. Now whats your worst day?
52Best Days/Worst Days
- Worst day was when my dad left. Hes oldhes
like 70 now, and he was old when he married my
mom and he still cheated on her. And she caught
him, and she was angry, and he hit her. And then
she kicked him out, and he left. I was here at
school, and my mom called, and she didnt tell me
the whole story. She just said he was gone and
not coming back. I kept waiting for him to call
me and explain, but he never did. He never called
at all. - I said, You got me beat again. My worst day was
when Tommy Hewitt pissed on my gym clothes and
then the gym teacher said I had to wear my
uniform or I would fail the class. - Lara was laughing. Im sorry, Miles. My worst
day was probably the same day as my best. Because
I left everything. I mean, it sounds dumb, but my
childhood, too. - Takumi was next. June 9, 2000. My grandmother
died in Japan. She died in a car accident, and I
was supposed to leave to go see her two days
later. I was going to spend the whole summer with
her and my grandfather, but instead I flew over
for her funeral.
53Best Days/Worst Days
- Your turn, buddy said the Colonel. Alaska went
next. She lay on her back, her hands locked
behind her head. She spoke softly and quickly.
The day after my mom took me to the zoo where
she liked the monkeys and I liked the bears. It
was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave
me a hug and told me to do my homework in my
room. I went into my room, and she sat down at
the kitchen table, I guess, and then she
screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over.
She was lying on the floor, holding her head and
jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called
911, but I just started screaming and crying
until finally she stopped jerking, and I thought
she had fallen asleep and that whatever had hurt
didnt hurt anymore. So I just sat there on the
floor with her until my dad got home an hour
later, and hes screaming. Why didnt you call
911? and trying to give her CPR, but by then she
was plenty dead. Aneurysm. Worst day. I win. You
drink. - And so we did.
54Best Days/Worst Days
- No one talked for a minute, and then Takumi
asked, Your dad blamed you? - Well, not after that first moment. But yeah.
How could he not? - Well, you were a little kid, Takumi argued. I
was too surprised and uncomfortable to talk,
trying to fit this into what I knew about
Alaskas family. - Yeah. I was a little kid. Little kids can dial
911. They do it all the time. Give me the wine,
she said, deadpan and emotionless. - Why didnt you ever tell me? the Colonel
asked, his voice soft. - It never came up. And then we stopped asking
questions. - In the long quiet that followed, we passed
around the wine and slowly became drunker. I
found myself thinking about President McKinley,
the third American president to be assassinated.
He lived for several days after he was show, and
toward the end, his wife started crying and
screaming, I want to go, too! I want to go,
too! And with his last measure of strength,
McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words
We are all going.
55Best Days/Worst Days
- Long passage read it silently.
- Discussion Questions How and what does this
explain about Alaska? - In an essentially and irreparably broken world,
is there cause for hope? Is this a hopeful time
for these teen-agers? How do they react to
Alaskas story? -
- What activity would you use?
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57 Are you there God? Its me, Margaretby Judy
Blume
- Preview Margarets family moves from New York
City to New Jersey. Adjusting to life in the
suburbs is not easy a different school, and a
whole new group of friends. It also meant leaving
her Grandmother back in the city. Everything is
changing and there are some things about growing
up that are hard to talk about, even with your
best friends or your mother. So Margaret finds
someone else to talk to.
58Its me, Margaret
- p. 1 Are you there God? Its me, Margaret. Were
moving today. Im so scared God. Ive never lived
anywhere but here. Suppose I hate my new school?
Suppose everybody there hates me? Please help me
God. Dont let New Jersey be too horrible. Thank
you. - Mom explained it to me this way my father could
commute to his job in Manhattan, I could go to
public school, and my mother could have all the
grass, trees and flowers she ever wanted. Except
I never knew she wanted that stuff in the first
place. - I think we left the city because of my
granDmother. My mother says Grandma is too much
of an influence on me. She wants to take me to
her Jewish temple and my mother doesnt like
that. I will miss her. Shes a lot of fun,
considering her age, which is 60. Live
59Its me, Margaret
- p. 9 Nancy, a neighbor six houses down, invited
me to her house. Mom, this is Margaret Simon who
just moved in down the street. - How nice, said Mrs. Wheeler. Tell your mother
Im looking forward to meeting her. Weve got a
bowling team on Mondays and a bridge game twice
a month. - I dont think my mother knows how to bowl and
she doesnt play bridge. She paints most of the
day, I explained. Shes an artist. - Were making our carpools early this year.
Perhaps you could be part of our Sunday school
carpool - I dont go to Sunday school.
- My Mom was a Christian and my Dad Jewish, so we
dont do anything. -
60Its me, Margaret
- p. 24 On the first day of school I got up early
but I had trouble eating. My mother said it was
natural for me to feel uneasy on the first day of
school. She said when she was a girl she felt the
same way. My mothers always telling me about
when she was a girl. Its supposed to make me
feel that she understands everything. When she
saw me with no socks on, she said, You know you
get blisters every time you go without socks. - Well then, Ill just have to suffer.
- But why suffer? Wear socks!
- Now thats my point about my mother. I mean, if
she understands so much about me then why
couldnt she understand that I had to wear
loafers without socks? I told her, Nancy says
nobody in the sixth grade wears socks on the
first day of school. - By the time I got to school, my feet hurt so
much I thought I wouldnt make it through the
day. Why are mothers always right about those
things? As it turned out, half the girls had on
knee socks anyway. -
61Its me, Margaret
- p. 63 In November, I asked my friend Janie if I
could go to church with her. The funniest thing
was it was just like temple. Except it was all in
English. But we read from a prayer book tht
didnt make sense and the minister gave a sermon
I couldnt follow and I counted eight black hats,
four red ones, six blue and two fur. At the end
of the service everyone sang a hymn. Then we
stood on line to shake hands with the minister.
By then I was a pro at it. - Janie introduced me. This is my friend Margaret
Simon. Shes no religion. - I almost fainted. Why did she say that? The
minister looked at me like I was a freak. Then he
smiled with an Ahamaybe Ill win-her look. - Are you there God? Its me, Margaret. Ive been
to church. I didnt feel anything special in
there, God. Even though I wanted to. Im sure it
has nothing to do with you. Next time Ill try
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