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9781477247983

Stories I Tell My High School English Students: For Encouraging a New Generation of Writers and Poets

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  • ISBN13:

    9781477247983

  • ISBN10:

    147724798X

  • Format: Hardcover
  • Copyright: 2012-07-24
  • Publisher: Author Solutions
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List Price: $27.99

Summary

"I will forever cherish the life lessons I learned from Mr. Mitchell. I learned about love, about tragedy, about overcoming setbacks and I learned about myself." Shannon Suess "I may not remember all the poems we read in AP class, but I will remember the man who taught me a lifelong love for poetry." Edward M. Shine "The questions you ask are spiritual, they're real, they manifest themselves in peculiar ways that we may only glimpse once, but ponder for decades." Andrew Steel "I read the full book in only one day! These stories inspire me to do so much. I can't thank you enough." Anthony Fertitta "I love all these stories so much, and their meanings are poignant and relatable." Brendan Thomas Photos by Cooper Vacheron

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On the way back to the gym, all of a sudden I saw the figure of a young lady sloshing her way up to me at a rapid pace. She called out, Hey, Mitch. She stood there right in front of me---and by now the rain was coming down so hard it was pinging and ricocheting off my football helmet. But there she stood: no hat, no raincoat, no umbrella---she was soaked to the bone, as they say. Water was dripping down her bangs and down her cheeks like she was standing under a waterfall. She looked so sweet and cute---and yet, so visibly vulnerable. At that moment of truth, much to my intrigue and confusion, I wasn't sure who in the world she was.

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