The Dreaded Reading Class
It was the first day of third grade. I jumped out of my moms car after kissing her on the cheek and hearing the routine “have a good day”. Jordy, my sister, and I walked in together reminiscing the previous years at Rising Star. Everyone was dressed in their favorite outfit to impress all their friends. Jordy and I fashioned our Limited Too dresses and sparkly back packs. We walked into the air conditioned building from the smoldering heat. This was the hard part; Jordy and I had to part ways and go to different classes. As we left each other the nerves grew inside me like a shaken up soda waiting for a fool to open it and explode. Praying that I had friends in my class, I walked in unsure if my legs were weak because of the anxiety I was feeling about who I was going to eat lunch with or the long hike I was going to have to take daily to Mrs. …show more content…
I was reading in every class now and was excelling in my reading class. It’s the end of the year and I have been preparing for the cognitive test. I breezed right through it with the highest grade in the class. Reading became my passion and I’ve done it ever since. I’ve gone from reading being the lowest score on my MAPS testing to getting a 30 on the dreaded by most, reading section on the ACT.
I was dreading the day that I would get my ACT back. Reading and science were my typical subjects of poor quality. I got the email that the results were in. I followed the tedious directions that routed me to my score page. I got a 30 on the reading part of my ACT. I wasn’t always this resourceful on the reading part of the ACT.
I was sitting in reading class hating my life when I came to the realization that this class was going to change my reading career. I ended up being extremely good at the games that we were playing. I started reading chapter books at a rapid pace and understanding what they were
It was the first day of third grade. I jumped out of my moms car after kissing her on the cheek and hearing the routine “have a good day”. Jordy, my sister, and I walked in together reminiscing the previous years at Rising Star. Everyone was dressed in their favorite outfit to impress all their friends. Jordy and I fashioned our Limited Too dresses and sparkly back packs. We walked into the air conditioned building from the smoldering heat. This was the hard part; Jordy and I had to part ways and go to different classes. As we left each other the nerves grew inside me like a shaken up soda waiting for a fool to open it and explode. Praying that I had friends in my class, I walked in unsure if my legs were weak because of the anxiety I was feeling about who I was going to eat lunch with or the long hike I was going to have to take daily to Mrs. …show more content…
I was reading in every class now and was excelling in my reading class. It’s the end of the year and I have been preparing for the cognitive test. I breezed right through it with the highest grade in the class. Reading became my passion and I’ve done it ever since. I’ve gone from reading being the lowest score on my MAPS testing to getting a 30 on the dreaded by most, reading section on the ACT.
I was dreading the day that I would get my ACT back. Reading and science were my typical subjects of poor quality. I got the email that the results were in. I followed the tedious directions that routed me to my score page. I got a 30 on the reading part of my ACT. I wasn’t always this resourceful on the reading part of the ACT.
I was sitting in reading class hating my life when I came to the realization that this class was going to change my reading career. I ended up being extremely good at the games that we were playing. I started reading chapter books at a rapid pace and understanding what they were