When I was in the ninth grade, I read “The Great Gatsby” by F.Scott Fitzgerald and my life changed forever.
The truth is, I remember very few of the details of the story, but I do vividly recall the way my teacher soaked up every moment of teaching us how to read great literature.
While the rest of the class leaned back in their chairs and stuffed notes in each other’s backpacks, I hung on her every word, lamenting the moment the bell would ring. My notebook was filled with tidbits of knowledge, methods of analyzing stories and characters (anyone know why she was named “Daisy” in The Great Gatsby?) What had always been a great love of mine turned into a college minor and a passion that has brought me more joy than I can describe.
To read the rest of my post on “hope,” please go to incourage.me…
PS…There was another post that came up at the same time, and it’s a good one! Make sure and read the one right before this about our new book club (if you can hear anything through my obnoxious laughing). 🙂