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To quote Clint,
one of Storefront’s more reluctant-to-read students, “I suck at
reading.” So begins the task of getting Clint to read. To that refrain
and its minor variation (I hate reading; I don’t want to read today; Do
I have to read this?; Why do I have to read this? This book sucks),
Clint came to English class (there, in itself, is one of those
‘small-step’ successes!). Haltingly, painfully, with much resistance
(mostly of the passive variety), well-practiced whining, and a creeping
inertia which threatened to suck all the energy from the room, Clint
read. He made mistakes, he lost his place on the page, had to re-read
lines, ask for help with some words he did not recognize and the correct
pronunciation of some he did, but Clint read. And he (most always) came
to class.
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