My story starts when I was five years old in kindergarten. My little school was called Yachayhuasi that means school in Quechua. My teacher combined reading aloud with repetitions, homework, playing and snacks. I was a dedicated student who would ask for more and more homework at that age. As soon as I was back home from school and ate my lunch, I would sit at my table to do my homework. Nobody and nothing would prevent me from finishing my homework. I don't know what was different about me back then but my mother never had to push me to do my homework. I am serious no matter what time it were, I often tried to imitate my teacher's reading and writing. Whenever my writing or drawing of a certain letter didn't come out right I would get upset, erase it and do it again until it was right. Then I learned the vowels, the alphabet, and its combinations. It was an amazing experience.
Then I went to elementary school where I made new friends, and learned to read my favorite book "Coquito" which is a book about a boy, his family and friends with a lot of pictures and funny stories. If you asked me how it happened I would say to you, I don't know when and how it happened to me. It just happened one day I learned how to read. Dear friends It was an exciting moment as if you discoverd a treasure that I can not explain with words. My parents were proud of me when they realized that I knew how to read and bought me a doll that I treasured all my life till now. I was able to read at 6 years old and I would no longer have to guess what any picture was telling me Because I could read anything I wanted. That seemed a miracle because I cannot explain how it happened. I guess it just happens to everyone.
Monica
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I found amusing and entertaining most of the stories. Paul's story was one of them. Even though my drawings were also stick figures like his, I was proud of my artistic creations at that age and so were my parents. Kindergarten was a beatiful stage in my life too. I did not have any pressure or stress to be accepted or admired. I just only had to play, read pictures and eat snacks. Elementary school created a little stress in me I think. Although there was some degree of stress, I Think a miracle happened to me I learned how to read one day. I do not know if anyone remembers how it happened to you. I guess it just happens to everyone without even noticing.
I loved reading your post, Monica -- especially how excited you were to read and to learn. I hate that often kids lose that excitement in the ways the school system shapes learning over time -- one thing I wish is that we could figure out how to preserve that excitement and motivation throughout life. Few of us are still excited to learn, even now (I sincerely hope some of those who are excited become teachers, you know?)
Also, you'll have to pronounce the Quechua word for school for me. I have no idea how to say it. : )
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