Trying something new

I’m going to try something.  I’m going to try to tell myself that I cannot read another book until I finish my own.

This may not be pretty.

I love to read.  Love.  Love love love.  Always have.  I remember one of the joys of switching schools between 7th and 8th grade was that my new school would have a new library and a larger selection of books.  I basically read everything I wanted to at my old school’s library.  At the new school, I ran around grabbing as many books as possible.  I may have had seven or eight…and the librarian said sorry, I couldn’t take out so many, three was probably good enough.  I chose three, came back the next week with all three read and wanting more.  The librarian soon figured out I was the type of child who could pick out five books and read them in a week.

My fast reading came in handy in high school when, unbeknownst to me, my sophomore year English teacher decided to assign the book Rebecca as an assignment over spring break on the Friday before.  The Friday I wasn’t there.  I had asked her on Thursday if there were any assignments and she said no and wished me a happy spring break.  When I returned and discovered to my horror that a 400+ page book had been assigned, that we were to be quizzed on it the next day, I asked her why she didn’t tell me.  Her response was “If you had told me you were taking an extended vacation, I would have let you known.”   I had no time to argue with her, I had to find that book.  The libraries were out of them (because my classmates had checked them all out), so I raced to the mall, bought it, raced home and stayed up until 4 am reading it.  Only to get to school and find out she decided to postpone the one hundred question quiz until the next day.  Instead, we were going to watch the movie.  As I sat there explaining the ending to classmates who didn’t get it, one friend piped up and told the teacher that I had read the book in one night.  She looked at me and said with disdain “Well, she obviously didn’t get the true meaning of the book.”

Yeah, that teacher didn’t like me.  But I knew that already.  And for the record, I was the only one in the class to get 100% on the quiz.  Needless to say, I’m never going to dedicate a book of mine to a beloved high school English teacher.