From first grade onward, we were greeted everywhere with posters of celebrities holding books—everyone from Alec Baldwin to Xena: Warrior Princess were there to inform us reading was a very useful skill.
And the AG Girls! Yay for the AG Girls!
But OH GOD I HATED READING WITH OTHERS. I once got in trouble for reading the whole story AND answering the questions afterwards while Classmate A was struggling through the third paragraph, because then the teacher didn't have 15 minutes of busy work out of me. But then again, I had a lot of drama in school and not all of it was reading. I got in trouble for everything from being left handed to doing my work first to actually reading the books used so we didn't copy off each others papers to ignoreing my busy work and getting distracted in those days before ADD to not using only four dots of glue on my paper gluing (I GOT IN TROUBLE FOR GLUE, DO YOU HEAR ME) to not wanting to do 100 damn math problems for the next hour because the teacher wanted to go have a smoke. I got in trouble for so many things it was loltastic.
Did you ever have grouped reading? Where they grouped you in three or so groups and they were always theme named like the Reds, Blues, Greens/The Blackbirds, Bluebirds, Redbirds/The Suns, Moons, Stars and this was supposed to be so no one knew who the slow kids were but you still always knew who the slow kids were? I mean, it was kind of mean, but on the other hand you were with people on your own level. And you had GIFTED classes! *sparkley eyes*
Though I did once make a bunch of first graders feel horrible when I was 5ish. My grandma was a teacher and I always went to visit her in the summers. And I got out of school long before that school did, so I got about two more weeks of "school." And my grandma stuck me in the class with one of her friends, Mrs. Jackson. Well, when the Super Good Reading group got together for thier 30 minute reading, I wanted to go too, and the teacher knew I could read damn well so she did. And the medium and slow groups were like "WTF The preschool baby is over there with the good kids why!" I tore through those pages about Pig and Dog so fast that jaws dropped. Note that I was 5. The teacher let me read for a while, then let me go sit at my desk and read to myself. I was so cute.
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Date: 2008-01-30 08:21 am (UTC)And the AG Girls! Yay for the AG Girls!
But OH GOD I HATED READING WITH OTHERS. I once got in trouble for reading the whole story AND answering the questions afterwards while Classmate A was struggling through the third paragraph, because then the teacher didn't have 15 minutes of busy work out of me. But then again, I had a lot of drama in school and not all of it was reading. I got in trouble for everything from being left handed to doing my work first to actually reading the books used so we didn't copy off each others papers to ignoreing my busy work and getting distracted in those days before ADD to not using only four dots of glue on my paper gluing (I GOT IN TROUBLE FOR GLUE, DO YOU HEAR ME) to not wanting to do 100 damn math problems for the next hour because the teacher wanted to go have a smoke. I got in trouble for so many things it was loltastic.
Did you ever have grouped reading? Where they grouped you in three or so groups and they were always theme named like the Reds, Blues, Greens/The Blackbirds, Bluebirds, Redbirds/The Suns, Moons, Stars and this was supposed to be so no one knew who the slow kids were but you still always knew who the slow kids were? I mean, it was kind of mean, but on the other hand you were with people on your own level. And you had GIFTED classes! *sparkley eyes*
Though I did once make a bunch of first graders feel horrible when I was 5ish. My grandma was a teacher and I always went to visit her in the summers. And I got out of school long before that school did, so I got about two more weeks of "school." And my grandma stuck me in the class with one of her friends, Mrs. Jackson. Well, when the Super Good Reading group got together for thier 30 minute reading, I wanted to go too, and the teacher knew I could read damn well so she did. And the medium and slow groups were like "WTF The preschool baby is over there with the good kids why!" I tore through those pages about Pig and Dog so fast that jaws dropped. Note that I was 5. The teacher let me read for a while, then let me go sit at my desk and read to myself. I was so cute.