Never judge a kid by his cover. . .

Today was fairly busy in the library.  During a quiet moment, I looked up and saw one of my High School students reading intently.  "Eric" (not his real name) is a tough, athletic senior with a "reputation" ( I'm not sure for what, but I know he has one).  Over the past year, we have developed a relationship of sorts as we talk books.  He is a prolific reader, his taste leaning towards sci/fi and fantasy.  He reads anything I suggest that Lance has read, and has found they have very similar tastes.

I asked him what he was reading and he held up The Republic of Plato and I in all my intellectual wisdom said, "wow".  I mean this kid is reading Plato??  I knew there was more to him than meets the eye, but I was impressed.  I was also hoping he wouldn't ask me if I had read it. . .  About five minutes later, he looked up at me and began to explain what he was reading.  I won't even attempt to quote him because he lost me after the second sentence.  As he walked out of the library clutching his book, he said, ". . . this is like, um, totally mind-blowing"

My response:  "Wow. . ."