If this wasn’t enough turmoil I was also now for the very first time in my life put into daycare. I hated it and as an egomaniacal preschooler I just couldn’t understand why I wasn’t the center of attention as I had been for my entire life. My first day there, I distinctly remember standing outside all day kicking the fence post. There was another time that I escaped and walked down the street to the business my mom owned. She was upset, as any parent would be. But I continued to attend that daycare, I think mostly because she understood how stubborn I could be and that if I wanted something I would do anything in my power to get it. I didn’t understand how other children interacted. Up until this point I’d had only limited interactions with
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But it was in first grade that I went about learning to read and to write. My teacher Ms. Wiggins would have us write in our notebooks for what felt like forever every single day. I remember trying to write from right to left in that notebook (because I’m left handed) and spelling the word “like” as “lik”. My handwriting was, as to be expected, illegible. When we weren’t writing until I felt like my hand was going to fall off the whole grade would get together for a reading workshop in which we were separated based on our reading ability. It was there that we would read books that were to our specialized reading level aloud. After we finished reading a couple of sentences or so we were asked what we thought it meant. This was done to test our comprehension of the text we had just written. I remember moving through the many levels of this reading workshop throughout the year. Though it seems as if all I did was write and read during first grade I know this isn’t true. Everyday I went to Mrs. McGarry’s classroom and studied math. It was here that I learned how to add and subtract. We were given a half page of different adding and subtracting problems and given a minute or two to complete them. By the end of the year I was able to finish them all with very few errors. I liked school. I was proud of my accomplishments and I was always rewarded for them at
But it was in first grade that I went about learning to read and to write. My teacher Ms. Wiggins would have us write in our notebooks for what felt like forever every single day. I remember trying to write from right to left in that notebook (because I’m left handed) and spelling the word “like” as “lik”. My handwriting was, as to be expected, illegible. When we weren’t writing until I felt like my hand was going to fall off the whole grade would get together for a reading workshop in which we were separated based on our reading ability. It was there that we would read books that were to our specialized reading level aloud. After we finished reading a couple of sentences or so we were asked what we thought it meant. This was done to test our comprehension of the text we had just written. I remember moving through the many levels of this reading workshop throughout the year. Though it seems as if all I did was write and read during first grade I know this isn’t true. Everyday I went to Mrs. McGarry’s classroom and studied math. It was here that I learned how to add and subtract. We were given a half page of different adding and subtracting problems and given a minute or two to complete them. By the end of the year I was able to finish them all with very few errors. I liked school. I was proud of my accomplishments and I was always rewarded for them at