Reflective Essay: A Career As A Third Grade

Third grade was probably one of my toughest years as a child learning in school. I always felt like I was behind and not as great as the other kids, because I was very slow when it came to obtaining certain skills. One of the skills that I struggled with the most was reading.
Now first off I could read, I could sound out the words with usually not that much trouble. Although when it came to question time, I was doomed. I just couldn’t put the words together and figure out what they meant, what they were saying, and what story was being told. Each time the reading teacher asked me what happened in the story, I would sort of cower a little, look around the room, the walls covered with alphabet. I wouldn’t say anything. I wouldn’t dare say, …show more content…
Reading chapter books usually meant you were smart and you were in the highest reading class. That’s what made me want to read chapter books. The next time my class went to the library I found myself a chapter book that looked interesting and then I got in line to check it out. My goal was to read the entire book without giving up, and being able to answer any questions anyone had about the book. My librarian, Mrs. Gasaway took my book and scanned it, and then came an odd noise that came from the scanner. She looked down at me and said, “Sorry dear, I can’t let you check this book out, the lexile is much too high for you. The book would be too hard for you to read.” I wanted to tell her my goals, but that wouldn’t have done anything. I was too upset to say anything back to her anyway. She made me feel like I was dumb, and to top it all off she said it in front of the other kids. Now everyone knew that I was horrible at …show more content…
An out of the box idea. I decided that I was going to make this reading comprehension problem a lie. Meaning I was going to do something to prove that I no longer had a problem with reading comprehension. This problem was no longer going to exist, because I was going to turn this lie into something fantastic. This time though, I wasn’t going to ask for help. One of the things that I noticed when I read in a group at school and when I read with my dad, was that they had the same kind of process. You would read a few paragraphs just like that, they’d ask you questions about it that could be found in the book. This time, I was going to find myself a harder book and read it all by myself and not stop reading it, until I fully understood it. I was going to find a book that I could keep with me for quite some time, so I could take all the time I wanted. I was going to ask myself what the chapter was about and write some notes about it. And if I couldn’t remember anything from that chapter, I would read it over again. I was going to do that for each chapter, no matter how frustrated I might