Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Learning to Read
It's something I haven't thought of in a while, but I do have a few vivid memories about learning to read. I started reading at an early age. I'm told I started reading the old Golden Books when I was just two years old. I remember feeling accomplished whenever I encountered and learned newer, harder words. When I started school, I was already ahead of many of my young classmates. This turned out to be a double-edged sword. Though most material came quite easily to me, I recall feeling frustrated while listening to the other kids struggling to read fluently. I was known to correct other kids, something which my first grade teacher discouraged me from doing. Reading, and language in general has always been one of my strengths.
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It is interesting to hear about the patience some must develop when others around them are slower to catch on to certain things. I know in my dancing (which you guys will find I relate everything to haha) I am always able to pick up things quicker than other people and it's hard to understand why they aren't learning as quick sometimes. It's always a good feeling when they feel comfortable asking me for help and I in turn am able to help them progress.
I know exactly where you are coming from! I was also a reader at a very young age, and by the time I was in 1st grade was reading somewhere around the 3rd grade level. Because of this I was in my own reading group, which I hated because I felt all alone. I also remember being frustrated because I didn't understand why other people couldn't read as well as me. Same as you I used to LOVE to correct the other students, something I also was told not to do. Eventually I learned to keep quite though.
I can relate with the whole situation of feeling frustrated by others. I find even now that I become frustrated in classes when some students are on different levels, but I have learned to hold my tongue.
I used to have a problem reading aloud, but not in the actual reading part. I would get bored, read ahead, and then when it was my turn, I would end up reading from the wrong page.
I remember feeling the same way. I had always read at a very advanced level for my age and I remember feeling frustrated when other students read. I guess I really didn't have empathy for the other students. I just remember the teacher saying that once we'd finished reading we could go to lunch or recess, so when another kid read slow I got very anxious. I never felt smarter or better than other students because I was able to read at a higher level. My mom was a teacher and had explained to me that people just learn at different paces. This was very hard to tolerate though with recess right around the corner.
I remember reading the golden books as well. I feel like I was in the same boat as you. Reading came easy to me and I always wanted to correct other people when they read a word incorrectly or skipped words when reading outloud. Needless to say, one of my cousins continually reminds me of how much I corrected her when she was learning to read and how much she hated it.
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