This morning as I was getting ready for work, I realized that there are a lot of people in the world that deserve my eternal gratitude. I thought about being cliche and talking about my parents. However, I decided to go another route. One of the people who is most deserving of my thanks is my first grade teacher. She is the one who really got me to learn how to read. My kindergarten teacher just let me struggle, and I struggled with reading the whole year. My first grade teacher, though, went about reading in a completely different way from my kindergarten teacher. My K teacher focused more on whole language, which is what a lot of teachers now focus on as well. My first grade teacher did more with phonics. (As a future elementary teacher, I have learned that you need to incorporate both.) As soon as she started phonics, I gained a better understanding on what I needed to do in order to read. I know it sounds like she was just her job, but without her doing her job the way it's supposed to be done, I wouldn't be where I am today. I would probably be another Hispanic stereotype. Luckily, I did have her and now I'm going to be an elementary school teacher. My only hope is that I can help another child the way that she helped me.
BEDA days missed: 4 (Oops. I didn't realize I was already missing so many days!)
BEDA days caught up: 0
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