Yesterday was dress-down day at our school, where staff can dress casual and donate money into a fund to support families and staff of our school who might need a little extra help. Normally, I just wear jeans and a dress shirt. But yesterday, as we were about head into February break, I decided to put on my Nerdy Book Club sweatshirt. (For those not in the know, the Nerdy Book Club is an online collection of teachers, librarians, writers and others who like books. There is a blog website and a #nerdybookclub hashtag on Twitter. You can join, too. You just did. That’s how simple it is.)
I got a lot of interesting reactions to wearing the sweatshirt, which I had hoped would generate some conversation. Here are some of them — from students and colleagues.
- What books are they reading? They don’t really have titles.
- Nerdy Book Club? Where does that meet? In a library?
- That’s my husband… right …. there. (points to the Nerd in image)
- Let me get this straight. You’re all teachers. You love books. And yet, you are nerds? That’s so weird.
- Those kids look pretty happy on your shirt, Mr. H. Must be good books.
- I think my mom is part of that Nerdy Bookie Club. Or, she should be. She reads, like, all the time.
- Do Kindles count for your club?
- No offense, Mr. H, but I don’t think I’d want to be in that club. Sitting around, reading? No thanks.
- I get the nerd part. That’s you, Mr. H. But how do books fit into it?
- There’s a stain there, Mr. H. Looks like you spilled juice or something.
Peace (in the nerdiness),