This morning when I got to school, there was already a student in my room. Don't know how or why the door was unlocked and all lights blazing, but sometimes it happens that way. Anyway, this girl had picked up artwork that had fallen in the hallway over night and was dutifully re-taping it to hang again. She's a cool kid. One of my faves and is in the know about my alter ego writer life.
I was excited about a passage I'd written before leaving for work and asked her if I could read it to her. The passage in question was my MC's first in-depth observation of the boy who's entered her world. I really liked it.
When I'd finished reading not only the one, but a second passage, my student got a big grin on her face.
"How cool is that," she said.
"You know, to be able to make up romantic scenarios and have people care about what happens."
Me, "Like in the book?"
"Yeah, and like, you know, when people finish it they're going to have real emotions. Like some of them are going to hate it and some of them are going to love it, but they're going to have, you know, FEELINGS, about this stuff you made up in your head."
She turned back to taping and proceeded to tell me all about how the boy I'd described was a lot like her brother and then asked me loads more questions about him, about the story, about the girl, and when she was done all I could think was,
How cool was that?