Words never came easy to me. And my memories don’t come back like it was just yesterday. My first encounters with learning to read was the hardest things I have ever done in elementary school. My great grandma, Ella, and teacher assistant, Miss Frieda, taught me how to read. Every week I was sent home with a word list we were to learn. If I was lucky the list would only be ten words. My mother worked two jobs so she was always gone. But to her convience and mine we lived less than one hundred feet from my great grandparents.
After school I rode the bus one hour to my house I was to get off then go to my grandparents house so they could help me get my homework done. My great grandma Ella never attended school of any kind and English was a second
After school I rode the bus one hour to my house I was to get off then go to my grandparents house so they could help me get my homework done. My great grandma Ella never attended school of any kind and English was a second