It was a definite struggle but at least when it was over there would be three others in this world s worst reads select club that would have to go again before me. This exert from my past is a true example of the poor history of reading that has accompanied me in the majority of my 22 years of existence. The following writing autobiography is the story of a sad readers slow movement to reader mediocrity and its effect on my future teaching approach. Reading was something that has always came with great pain and boredom. Reading became the pain in my side and accompanying it was writing and spelling.
Lets face it they all seem to go hand in hand.
The color-coded difficulty books with which each group was organized always meant smart group, ok group, not bad group, and the Ed s group. These early days also made me wonder why someone like my mom would ever think of undertaking such a gruesome task as reading in his or her spare time. TV shows like He Man, movies like The Last Dragon, and playing some imaginary solo baseball game in the yard where the only good uses of spare time. The middle school years were filled with slight improvements accompanied by a form of reading avoidance. My technique of reading avoidance was accomplished by a helpful collection of notes called Cliff notes.