Daily Reminder Analysis

A Daily Reminder of How Awful I was

Failure is not the opposite of success, it’s part of success. I wish I would have known that all of my life. I struggled with reading for nine years. I was put in reading classes from kindergarten through eighth grade. I understood what I was reading, but my fluency was sluggishly slow. I would also replace the correct word with another that meant the same thing. I would have to leave class and go to a reading teacher everyday. When I got to a certain age, I realized how humiliating the situation was.
In kindergarten, I thought it was cool; like going on a little field trip every day. First, I had a lady named Mrs. Larson. She was a slim, pale, middle aged woman with black hair cut into a bob and black circular glasses. Her room was bright and colorful just like her personality. We would play literature games on the computer and read picture books. I didn’t feel pressured to be outstanding at reading. Once a month we would read a passage to her and she would circle our wrong words and the number of words read.

I also did not like missing class to work on something I was bad at. During those three years a had a teacher named Mrs. Carlton. She had medium length, dirty blonde hair; she was really tall and had a lazy eye. Mrs. Carlton was mostly work and less play and she had a disinterested voice. Her room was less colorful and so was her personality. We would work on writing and read in bean bag chairs. We also did the monthly reading passages; my scores were in the mid 20s then would increase by 15 each year. And each year everyone in my class reads more words than