12 February 2008

The first time I got lost in a book

I am seven. I am in Ms. Christiansen's second grade class. We are reading Little House in the Big Woods. While the class is reading aloud, I have been reading ahead. I get to the end of Chapter 2, and start Chapter 3. At the end of Chapter 3, I look up. We're not reading anymore. We're taking a math quiz. Someone put the quiz on my desk, but I was so lost that I don't remember who or when; I didn't notice. Completely disoriented, I try to look like I know what I'm doing, doodling in the margins. Raquel Rodriquez gets up to sharpen her pencil. She snatches my paper off my desk, announces that I haven't been following along. I am mortified. I sit at my desk, red creeping up my neck to my cheeks, waiting to be in trouble. No one ever says anything about it, and for days I wait to hear about how I failed my quiz. I check my folder for a note going home to my mom. Nothing ever happens.

1 comment:

  1. So whatever happened to Raquel Rodriquez? People like that can be very frustrating!

    Sounds like you learned early the wonders of getting lost in a good book!