Reshma
Balkaran
Literacy
Narrative
Eng
11000- B
I remember it clearly “bam!” The
sound of the ruler hitting the dinner table and her voice echoing “No! twy
agwen” as a cheeky smile covered her face.
Let me take you back on my journey, the journey of how I developed a
love for reading and the driving force behind me wanting to read and be able to
pronunciate words accurately. As a
child, while other children played with dolls and toys, my sister and I chose
to play school teacher and student. We
used our stuffed animals and dolls as our students. One day, my grandma was helping me with my
reading homework for school but I absolutely refused to do my homework. Why? You might ask, well the way I saw it was
I could sit there and do boring old homework or go two rooms down the hall and
play teacher with my sister who was patiently waiting for me. She sat there and waited for me to begin our
“school day.” Grandma on the other hand
was demanding that I not move “little girl, if you take your behind off that
chair, you will be spending some quality time in the naughty corner.” Knowing that grandma meant business, I stayed
put but that did not mean that I did not fidget, whine, complain or get
distracted by anything and everything.
At this point, my little sister was all out of patience and she came
marching into the room, wanting to know what was taking so long, grandma
explained that I was not allowed to move until I did my reading homework. My sister lit up like a Christmas tree, that
little head of hers had a wonderful idea; she now had a student, a real
student! Unfortunately for me, I was
this student and I was terrified, let’s be honest, who wants to be the subject
of a four year old on a power trip?
Plus, I have seen the way she treated her prior “students” and it was
not pretty.
Everyday after school as I sat to do
my homework, that little brat would walk into the room, holding her red pen,
ruler and a notebook, while sporting the biggest grin on her face. As I did my homework, she would walk around
and patiently wait for me to ask grandma to go over my math problems with me or
to help me with my reading. If grandma
mentioned that I made a mistake or mispronounced a word, she would walk up to
the table and smack the ruler against it, walk back to her “desk” and scribble
in her notebook with her red pen, followed by her teasing “if you don’t get it
wight, I get your twoys and candy.” As a
six year old toys and candy was everything!
That was a threat that I took very seriously, I did not realize that she
had no power over my toys and candy but I knew she was capable of hiding my
toys while I was at school. From that
day on, after school I raced to the dinner table to do my homework and was
eager to be correct, in order to do that I had to focus extra hard, during my
free time, instead of watching television with my cousins I chose to read my
older cousin’s Nancy Drew and Goosebumps series books. While reading if I came across a word that I
did not know how to pronounce instead of making up my own word or skipping it
over, I made it my business to stop, slowly break the word apart, sound it out
and repeat it until I got it right, if I did not know how to say it, I would
run to my grandpa and ask him for help.
At the end of every page my sister and I would put on our own “reading
bee” where I would stand against the wall and my grandma, grandpa and sister
would be my audience and I would read to them.
After reading to them and receiving the whole fanfare my sister would
always give me a star sticker, one of her m&m’s that she saved, followed by
a big hug, grandma and grandpa at the end of every chapter would take us out
for a special secret ice cream day. That
was all the motivation I needed to keep reading and being able to accurately
pronounce words as well as spell them out by slowly pronouncing it. To this day I share a love for reading and
being able to help as well as encourage children to read as well as with their spelling
and math because I always remember how great I felt when I had someone
encourage and help me when I needed that extra push.
I really enjoyed reading your story. I think it is hilarious that your four year old sister took her job as a school teacher very seriously. I am glad that you took inspiration from your sister and I you both continue to push and encourage each to approach learning eagerly.
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