Like
most of the people I know, I was fortunate to grow up in a home where reading
was highly valued and access to books was taken for granted.
For
the students in my friend Maribeth’s middle-school classroom, this is not the
case. Many of them have more pressing concerns than reading—concerns like being
homeless, having enough to eat, or missing an absent parent.
Maribeth
is a dedicated teacher who year-after-year gives her children the gifts of
love, respect and high expectations. She
also thinks long and hard about what it means to be a teacher and has written this essay about it. I hope you’ll read it.
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