Posted on December 19th, 2012
arcel’s second book report came due yesterday—and the rules for the last one still apply: the written piece is to be accompanied by a second, more creative expression of the student’s connection to the material. The teacher provided a list of suggestions from which the students can select an ‘alternative project’ to accompany their report.
This time out, Marcel read Fahrenheit 451.
“You should do the edible report this time!” I urged.
“I don’t like to eat,” he reminded me.
This is only partly true. Marcel does like to eat some things very much, cookies being one of them.
And so, in the spirit of the season (and taking into consideration the time constraints involved since Marcel was doing that damn play all weekend long), we made festive, Christmas sugar cookies that Marcel decorated to reflect their thematic connectedness to Ray Bradbury’s science-fiction classic about censorship in a society living in fear of pretty much everything but ideas maybe most of all.
Okay, it was a stretch, but hero Guy Montag seems not to have enjoyed eating any more than Marcel himself, observed to indulge only in heavily buttered toast over the course of the book. It’s Christmas, though, and toast isn’t very fun. and so it was that Marcel turned in two dozen artistically rendered cookies to his teacher. (See how they’re orange? Almost…fiery? Yeah, there it is.)
There were leftovers, or so Marcel told me. They never made it home. After being so well-received by his teacher, Marcel decided to do his part to share the good will he’d enjoyed by doling out the extra cookies to friends and at least one more teacher before the end of the day.
Ray Bradbury might have been confused but Santa Claus, somewhere, is nothing but proud.∗