When I was teaching middle schoolers, I took every opportunity I could to read my favorite things with the class. We rapped Hamilton and read “Common Sense” by Thomas Paine (or as my kids called him “the original all caps shouty boy”). I took them outside in the too-warm Autumn air and watched as they realized that Poe was talking to a bird, was on a bu…
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