When I was a child I hated reading. All through my elementary years in school I was in “Title One” classes that were suppose to help kids that were slow at reading. I would have to leave class at certain times on certain days no matter what was going on in class. Around age nine i had convinced myself that I didn't need the extra class and tried to stop going altogether. I thought that just because I could read in my head that I was reading at a fourth grade reading level. This just resulted in the Title One teacher coming and personally getting me from class, drawing more attention to my learning problem. The class was in a small little room that echoed horribly and my teacher was a very loud and quite obnoxious woman that made us do nothing
