One was Carol Tempero, who was the top student in the class. Tracy recalls the other student to have been an oriental boy who had come to the school after being in private school most of his life. The rest of us just couldn't pass the levels well no matter how fast we made our eyes move. And I see it in kids struggling with reading every day - trying to comprehend what they read without knowing how. It takes more than moving the eyes and reading the words.
Words have meaning.
They didn't emphasize this in school - they didn't think of it much themselves. Growing up in the sixties wasn't easy for a high school student who couldn't study. Tracy found herself falling asleep in class after looking at pages that appeared to be written in a foreign language with words she could pronounce and spell but didn't understand. I could read so smoothly. Everyone thought I was an excelling reader.