Tuesday night at Meisner 4 we each read our Spoon River piece out loud, then put our copy away and said it again in our own words.
I’d read it at least one hundred times over the week and had very little reaction to it. Just words on a page, words in my head.
By the time I finished saying it in my own words I was trembling and on edge. (half ready to cry, half afraid/wanting to hide) By the time one of my classmates had finished her piece More