I felt helpless and inadequate; not up to par with the other student in my class. Sometimes in my reading group, we would read out loud, and I was always so nervous about messing up. Of course, as children, we did not know how to control our emotions, noises, or our comments. I would stutter and mispronounce words, and kids would unknowingly giggle and make fun of me. This led me to dislike being in a group because I was afraid as being labeled the “dumb” or “stupid” one. It is not that I disliked reading, I just did not want to be thought of less than. To this day, I am still scared of reading out loud because it is still nerve-racking. During my time in elementary school, I vividly remember having to bring home audio tapes for Froggy Goes To School when assigned reading homework, so I would listen and follow along in my book to strengthen my comprehension skills. My mom would often assert me to read, but it was never encouraging enough. I came to understand that she was struggling and frustrated because she has never had to go through this with my brother, just