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Originally Posted by Sparrow
When I was in infant school, I wanted to choose books from the junior school library; my teacher said I could once I'd finished the book I was currently reading. So I raced through it, but my teacher made me read it again and again - six times! before I was allowed in the other library. As a naive child and an honest book-reader, I did actually reread the book entirely each time - 'The Musical Umbrella' it was called.
That teacher's actions puzzle me to this day; and left me with an enduring impression that adults are crazy.
So, it did teach me one useful lesson.  |
When I was five, my daddy took me to the public library to get my card and show me where all the good books were. I was already reading well above my age, so my daddy told the librarian that he didn't want her to push me toward the primary books. If I picked up one that was too hard for me, I'd figure it out on my own. It wasn't a month later that I was standing at the checkout desk on the verge of a veritable temper tantrum (I am a redhead, after all), tearfully insisting that my daddy had told me I could take home any book in the library and she wasn't supposed to stop me. The librarian picked up the phone and called my daddy to get *him* to explain to me that no one was allowed to take a volume of the encyclopedia out of the library.