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Tea in Suburbia

As my son begins middle school next week, his first year out of elementary school, I am eager and excited for all that he will likely experience.  Part of this happy anticipation is the result of a school directive to all incoming sixth graders:  their required summer reading.

Every single student in sixth grade was expected to read the "young readers edition" of  "THREE CUPS OF TEA" by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin.  THREE CUPS OF TEA is an account of a climber's efforts to build more than sixty schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan.  According to the summary, Mortenson has dedicated "his life to building literacy and peace, one child at a time."

If that is the message, then how lucky are these kids?  Literacy and Peace.  If each student takes just an iota of those sentiments away with them as they embark on a new experience of learning and friendship, then we'll all be lucky.

My son loved the book.

Thank you Greg Mortenson and the Roslyn Middle School English Department.

julie

Comments

Anonymous said…
This is a nice post. I also like that you keep them short.

David O.
Unknown said…
Thanks for the synopsis - Did you read the 'adult reader' version? Makes me want to pick it up.....and also pass the 'young' version to my kids.
Julie Ann Klein said…
elisa - i am reading it now.
Joanne said…
I didn't know that there were two versions.

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