Critical Literacy Narrative

I was an unruly child in my elementary and middle school years. I often had trouble conforming and being apart of the class. The reason for this was because learning new concepts were extremely hard when you couldn’t understand the words being used. I had not learnt to read till the second grade and had a terrible lisp which caused me to fumble with my words almost all of the time. My education was being squandered all because I couldn’t understand. By the time I entered middle school, I was in trouble; I either had to try harder or risk being held back, and one teacher took it upon herself to try and change my fate. On the first day of seventh grade, I met the woman who changed my behavior and view on school. That day, in my supplemental skills class, I wasn’t following anything that my teacher said and she noticed. She called me to her desk and started to have a conversation with me. She knew me, but I had no idea who she was other than the name on the plaque. She said she was the head of a camp that I used to go to and that my
When I had to read a book, I was expected to do chapter summaries and then discuss what I read with my teacher. Since I hated books, I, of course, took three times as long to read one. When my teacher saw the slowness of my progression, she gave me a long list of words I didn’t know and told me to define them. When I finished looking up the definitions, I found that I was drawn to a few of the words: science fiction, fantasy, futuristic fiction, and fiction. I told her those words and she pulled out six books for me to look at from her personal library. She told me to read the books and then discuss them with her. Things I liked and didn’t; things I understood or didn’t. Then, she would explain and help me find my answers. It was the first time I enjoyed reading. It was the first time I enjoyed my class work. That started a chain