It was a long process to how I began to learn how to read and write. It all started in 4nd grade when we began to read chapter books and not these picture books that only had a sentence per page. I struggled with the words and sentences since most of my life I was a Spanish speaker it was a hard transition into English. Ms. Paterson my 4nd grade teacher always had faith in me, in that I would learn how to read and write properly in her class.
When I first arrived at her class the first day of school, I was a shy and timid little child who only desire was to stay home in his pajamas and watch The Power Rangers. But it was the end of summer and the beginning of my 4nd grade school year at Dobie primary school. The first couple of days we just drew and colored and got to know each other but after she began to pull out the books I became a nervous child as I knew that my reading wasn’t so good. She began by putting us into groups and assigned each a number of pages to read, but instead what I did was fake that I was reading ; which probably wasn’t a good idea since made each of us tell her what we had just read about. I mean I wasn’t a dumb child so I would lie and make some random guess about what the story was about and after a few lies she noticed that I wasn’t even reading just faking as if I was so she approached me and asked me if I could read. My answer was no, I was scared she was going to get mad for some reason but she told me it was going to be alright.
Ms. Paterson later called my parents and explained to them the difficulty’s I was having reading books and my parents told them that I was raised as a Spanish speaker and hardly knew how to read English. She assigned me tutoring, at first I was mad because that meant that I could leave right after school to play my Nintendo 64 and instead I was stuck at school for another 1hour and 30 minutes. There were times that I would fake being sick just so that I didn’t have to go to tutoring after