I saw them rush to the Elementary school library excitedly. I stopped and asked them what was going on. They panted,
“Ms. Juliette, we’ve come to read our books.”
It was playtime, these boys never want to lose even a minute of that sacred time. However, these three fifth graders had rushed in from the playground panting with pride to see their published, nonfiction books displayed at the Elementary school library.
I stood to watch and eavesdrop on some of their comments. They looked for their books on the labelled shelves and started to read and compare contents.
These were the young authors who had worked through the writing process to get their books published. I call them authors and I see how they seem so proud of their achievement.
Knowing they had an audience, drove them to do their best, as soaked in all the mini-lessons and feedback, they worked tirelessly, to get their books here.
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