Driving to school on these early fall mornings, I often see the sun starting to shine on Stonington, and the brightness of it occasionally makes me think of my students in English class, and the vividness with which they sometimes shine. The sun presenting itself in the east each morning is something magnificent, for sure, but – and I’m always surprised by this realization – it’s no more magnificent than the shining ideas my students show up with day after day. The intensity of the sun’s light is astounding, but so – to me, anyway – are the thoughts the students share in our discussions. They speak in uncertain and simple ways, using commonplace, unembellished words, but the thoughts behind the words might dazzle me if I could see them as surely as I see the sun suddenly shining above the trees as I drive to school.
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