Abstract
They weren't alone. Sometimes they were in the ninth-grade English class with Lord Byron, Joan Rivers (feather boa and all), and Wayne Gretzky. They bore strong resemblance to my ninth-grade students, but they were definitely there in the flesh. Even if the visit was posthumous, for that day they were alive. It wasn't always that way. Biography reports used to be a matter of life and death in my classroom. Students would read about someone's life, and the report would be deadly. Waxen people were born, accomplished tasks, and died without leaving a sense that they had ever really lived. As I found it harder to stay awake while reading the written ones or listening to the oral ones, I knew it was time for a change.
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