Thort it neded rebooging….
My early schooling was spoilt by the fact that I found it almost impossible to learn to read. My friends were running through the programme as if it was a ride in the park. They were fast readers, accomplished learners who never had to endure the torture of actually learning something from scratch. Me? I was just a dumbo whose brain had not evolved to the level required to decode the books that were placed before me.
These two little ‘lovely’ children made my life hell, on a daily basis.
It was common practice to let children read aloud. It was a way of getting everyone to participate in the story. It ought to have been good, but I found it excruciating.
I grew to hate these two.
I also grew to dread that long path that led towards my desk and the moment when one…
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