Wanting to share my passion for books, I joined a group of young urban professional women who volunteer two saturdays a month to help grades 3 and 4 public school students improve their reading skills.
I knew it wouldn't be easy but I never expected it to be especially difficult. Because I tell you... IT IS. It's really, really, really hard. Much like licking your own elbow.
And as I tried, many times, to lick my elbow although knowing very well I couldn't (just like you're probably about to do now if you haven't already.. come on, admit it), I am now attempting to pass on my love for reading to kids who listen to me as much as they pay attention to a potato.
Already, I have thought many times if I am really willing to go through the frustrations and heartaches I am experiencing now. I have to deal with kids who do exactly what you tell them not to do. Say exactly what you tell them not to say. And be where you don't want them to be.
To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into. But it's painfully apparent that they need all the help they can get.
So yeah... they're stuck with this potato.