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Literacy Narrative:
Vicente Arredondo
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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.
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.
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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. 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 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
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
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teach me one on one for several minutes every class. 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.
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