Yesterday, I wasn’t psyched to go to tutoring. I’d gone to sleep the night before with a sore throat, and feeling a little under the weather, but woke up feeling no worse, and a little better, so I went.
We were teaching “Interpreting Figurative Language”, and doing shared reading. When we got to the sentence, “Pa stood six foot seven and had a voice like a hurricane.” Jose looked up and said,
“That’s a great metaphor.”
I know I’ve said it before, but how can you beat that?