I’m teaching The Scarlet Letter to my 11A class. I’m teaching it as a book club book, since I REALLY dragged my feet about teaching it. “It’s booooo-ring,” I would whine. Granted, I had never read it before, but it was written in the 19th century, so how could it possibly hold my attention? I decided to just read it with the kids, which is actually pretty fun, as opposed to positioning myself as the authority figure.
Well. For the third time this year, I have proven myself wrong. I. Love. This. Book. I’m finishing it tonight, and I very well may loathe the ending. But there are three divine chapters in the middle that made me swoon almost as much as reading Persuasion makes me swoon.
I started today’s discussion with this quote from Chapter 21: “We have yet the learn again the forgotten art of gayety.” And we talked about how we aren’t really encouraged to have fun anymore. Our lives are busy, our bosses are humorless, and everything must be done NOW. RIGHT NOW! I MEAN IT!
So I’ll ask you, just like I asked my 22 juniors: when was the last time you did something really fun? What was it? And why was it fun for you?