I'm teaching sixth grade and learning a lot. I'm definitely not in third grade anymore... It has been quite the adjustment, but I am looking forward to the experience. I get to teach a unit on one of my favorite novels, The Phantom Tollbooth. An excerpt that I found quite profound today:
"Isn't it beautiful?" gasped Milo.
"Oh, I don't know," answered a strange voice. "It's all in the way you look at things."
"I beg your pardon?" said Milo, for he didn't see who had spoken.
"I said it's all in how you look at things," repeated the voice.
Milo turned around and found himself staring at two very neatly polished brown shoes, for standing directly in front of him (if you can use the word "standing" for anyone suspended in mid-air) was another boy just about his age, whose feet were easily three feet off the ground.
"For instance," continued the boy, "if you happened to like deserts, you might not think this was beautiful at all."
"That's true," said the Humbug, who didn't like to contradict anyone whose feet were that far off the ground.
"For instance," said the boy again, "if Christmas trees were people and people were Christmas trees, we'd all be chopped down, put up in the living room, and covered with tinsel, while the trees opened our presents."
"What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo.
"Nothing at all," he answered, "but it's an interesting possibility, don't you think?"
2 comments:
brynnnnnn so the other day i was too scared to leave my room because i didn't know what to do in my apartment/provo so i sat and read phantom tollbooth for awhile. love.
sixth grade! good heavens i know you have stories. i want to hear them. loooooooooove.
this was one of my favorite books growing up!
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