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Literacy Narrative:
Vicente Arredondo
ENC 2135
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It is incredible to think about how one can pick up and develop such an instrumental
skill as that of reading and writing. I remember as a child of five years of age I could not
believe myself capable of being able to read and write one day. The situation with me was
that I was very discouraged due to being born late I the year (November) and that meant
the I would start school one year later compared to most of the kids my age who were
favored by the school calendar. This meant that when all the children my age were
beginning pre-K, I was still at home watching TV or doing something typical of a five
year old.
I would see my cousin who was of my age, come from school and I would overhear
my mother and aunt talking about how much progress Sandrita had made with her letters
that day. To me writing was like magic, something that its existence or development I
could not wrap my mind around. I was very intimidated by all the smart kids in school
and I felt that I had to somehow meet their standards even though I was not attending
school.
Not only was I comparing myself to my cousin Sandrita, but also to my other cousins
who were entering school around the same time. They were obviously on track school-
wise with their age. I was the only child of the family who had to be born later in the
year. I had that luck and being stuck at home during school hours made it even worse.
This was because I would go out to the street in front of my house and there would be no
children playing. That was a big hit for me as a kid because it was almost a sure thing that
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someone was out seeking something to do, either play tag or kick around a soccer ball. I
used to go outside everyday trying to check if anyone was out and yes, sometimes there
were one or two but they were always younger than me.
I felt trapped in my house, even the television could not hold my mind from thinking
about how boring my day was. There were times where I slept during the day, and I was
definitely not the kid to fall asleep when there was still light outside. Mind me but had
This early insecurity, I believe, held me back from learning how to read and write at
an age most do so. In addition to this insecurity I came to a foreign country, from Mexico
to the United States of America, and I was behind on speaking the language, let alone
read it. The language barrier was something that was even more daunting. I remember not
being able to speak any English for the first three month of kinder-garden. I was the only
student in my class to not be able to read or write until the last few days of class.
I would have been quicker to learn if it was not for having the luck of having such an
incomprehensive teacher. I still remember her name, Ms. Lung. She was a mean and
lonely old lady with glasses and an attitude of your average neighborhood cat-lady. She
had the worst teaching method which was basically no teaching method. In her classroom
all we would do was watch movies and leave for lunch only to return to see another
movie. At first I did not mind, I am a movie lover and I was very happy that all we did
during class was watch movies. Slowly after a month into the school-year, the movies
The movie watching that was fun at first evolved to a form of torture. I dare to say that
I knew every line to around ten movies. I memorized the lines through so much watching,
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over and over and over again. Ms. Lung was just counting down the days to retirement.
She only had one more year and some change so that is why I believe she just did not
care for our education. She just wanted to live the retired life and be work free. I do not
The antithesis of Ms. Lung was Mrs. Bedwell who was my first-grade teacher and is
the person I owe the credit of teaching me how to truly read and write. Her teaching
methods were fun and incited me to read and write on my own time. She was so
comprehensive, mother-like, and really was a firm believer in good education. She was in
my eyes the posterchild of what a teacher should be. She was just a wonder of a teacher.
I was very close to having Ms. Lung for a second year because she was going to be the
first-grade teacher for the next school year, but by divine power or destiny my parents
switched me to attend a different school. I dont forget how fatigued I was the first day of
first-grade. I had had so many firsts in the past year, first time in the United States, first
time in Kinder-garden, first time speaking English, etc. That day was another first in my
I reluctantly got out of the car with my mother and in a slumped manner walked with
her to my first-grade class. To my surprise (Ms. Lung had given me a bad connotation of
teachers) I was greeted with the smiling face of an old lady who was waving
welcomingly. The stereotype that I had of teachers being mean and careless was erased
by Mrs. Bedwells consisting motherly care and good teaching habits. In that class I also
The positive environment that I was in was very crucial for me to be able to read and
write. I had some prior skills from Ms. Lungss kinder-garden class but the situation was
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like building on unstable foundations. Mrs. Bedwell had to essentially work from scratch
in terms of my learning. She was very patient, we had a small class so she had the time to
The process of teaching me one on one how to read was a very long process. I had to
study and practice while the other children went to classes such as art class or PE. I
would sometimes even be taught by Mrs. Bedwell during lunch time. I could say that my
reading and writing lessons took well over half my day. Suprisingly I can say that it was
not boring or torturous at all. Mrs. Bedwell made her teaching very interactive and kep
me entertained.
We would dress up like the characters in the stories that I was reading and we acted
out what was happening. Sometimes the other children in the class saw how much fun I
was having and they too decided to join on the play. Since I was a visual learner from the
start connecting the words I read with the images in the book and the acting really
allowed me to solidify in my head the story itself. Mrs. Bedwell also recommended some
books that were designed for visual learners like me. They were very good books that had
twice as much pictures as normal childrens books with just as much writing as any other
book. Never did I see those books again but I remember vividly all the stories they
portrayed. The illustrations were very detailed and comprehensive. There was almost no
need for writing because the story was able to be told through the images.
I remember it was halfway through the school year when I finally was at the same
reading and writing level as the rest of my classmates. Wow, what a feeling it was. I still
am able to taste it when I reminisce that moment in my life. The flavor of accomplish and
I vividly recall the day that my teacher told me that I was no longer behind the rest of
my classmates, I felt so proud hearing her say those words. Yes, I was the clich student
that came home with a star on his forehead running to the house telling my mom that I
was finally smart and my teacher rewarded me for such an accomplishment. There are
only a few moments in my life where I have felt as proud or as accomplished as that day.
It was comparable to how I felt the day I graduated from high school, or the day I
received a scholarship for college, or the day I received a letter back from Florida State