Eventually I realized I was being corrected by the teacher less and less, and knowing what I was doing was working made it easier to try harder, to become an even better reader. Then one day in class I read aloud without making hardly any mistakes. I continued reading more and more one time reading a whole book to my class. I was proud of myself, and my teacher appeared to be just as excited for me. She suggested we go to my old class and see if it was okay if I could read the book to them also. My old teacher had no problem with it and eve let me sit in her big wooden rocking chair while all of the other kids sat on the carpet square surrounding it. I was very nervous but once again read the whole book without any problems. After I finished the whole class clapped for me and I felt so proud of what I had accomplished. I felt an even greater sense of accomplishment when I graduated from the Title one class and was able to go back to a regular class the next