Several years ago, I had the strangest experience.
I was substituting at a special education school trying to learn by observing the teachers working there. On lunch break, I was reading Raymond Carver trying to keep up with book challenge goals.
I never spoke of what I was reading unless asked. A few of the teachers resented my reading.
As I passed one said, “I read stuff like Jodi Pocult, not the kind of books that some people read. I wasn’t an English Major.”
Another said, “Some people are too educated for their own good. They don’t even use it for anything important.”
I didn’t know what those women were accusing me of.
Was it that I read too much?
Was it that no one should read too much?
Ugh. Whatever. It’s not wrong for anyone to love reading. They were wrong. I wasn’t. :)
I just love this kind of stuff.
