Choral reading & the scariest book ever

Mrs. Mullins had thin, curly white hair. She looked like she had dandelion fluff on her head. If we blew on her, she would have probably gone bald.

She was a tiny woman who taught the highest reading class when I was in sixth grade. Our reading classes were divided into highest, middle, and lowest. I think. I was always in highest reading and math. Being the budding intellectual snob I never learned what the other classes were called.

Mrs. Mullins loved books and poetry. When we were in sixth grade she made us do something called choral reading which until a few seconds ago I was pretty sure she made up. She would had out mimeographed pages of Shel Silverstein’s poetry and we’d read it aloud chorally. We worked on this for weeks and weeks, memorizing the poems. A lot of which are still floating around my grey matter. I’d rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I’d rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I’d rather play Hurk than go to work. Hurk? Hurk? What’s Hurk? I don’t know, but it MUST be better than work.

I loved choral reading. It was the most fun thing ever. Once, when Mrs. Mullins had to leave the room she left us alone with “Ations” and we were to practice our reading. Joy Grotewold sat on her desk and read the poem, “And if I say this is a wonderful poem, is that exaggeration?” Her voice dripped sarcasm, she rolled her eyes, and finished off her recitation with a gag.

My cheeks burned with shock and shame. First, I couldn’t believe she’d been so vocal about her opinion of choral reading, especially a contrary opinion. I waited for swift retribution to rain down upon Joy. She had expressed an opinion that differed from the adults and nothing was happening. Granted, the adult wasn’t in the room at the moment but they usually had a way of finding out. Nobody told her to be quiet or that she was too big for her britches. There was no yelling or hitting. Amazing.

Second, I was ashamed that I loved it so much when Joy and her friends made it clear choral reading was totally lame. I nodded along while everyone talked about how awful choral reading was, but said a secret apology to Mrs. Mullins.

The best thing about choral reading was that when it was over, we’d all settle back into our desks and Mrs. Mullins would read Blackbriar to us. This was another unpopular activity. We were in sixth grade and having a book read out loud to you was for babies. We were not babies, we were practically in junior high.

I have no idea why she choose to read Blackbriar out loud. But it didn’t take long for us to become wholly captivated by the book. I cannot remember what it was about. What I do remember is that it was the scariest book ever. Even in the fluorescent-lit classroom surrounded by twenty other kids we would collectively hold our breath while she read. It was terrifying and the suspense often made one of us gasp.

I’ve thought about that book for nearly twenty-five years and finally last week I bought a used copy. I can’t wait to read it and see how it holds up.

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1 Comment

  1. Lesley 20.Feb.10 at 12:00 pm

    I love to have stories read to me. It’s pure pleasure. Like getting a nice back rub for your mind.

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