Rags to Reading: My Journey with Literacy

             I think most people can’t remember a moment when they couldn’t read; as if it were a natural instinct they were born with. Reading for some is as easy as blinking, or breathing, or mindlessly indulging in junk food. All jokes aside, I for one can remember clear as day a time where I didn’t know how to read. It was first grade, and I was in Ms. Salmon’s class. She was your typical old white elementary school teacher. She had long grey hair and wore fun printed blouses and slacks. Like most elementary teachers she spoke with energy and made the class feel lively and really wanted to make her students love and enjoy what she taught. Jason in the first grade was easily distracted though, and for some reason, just couldn’t focus in class. I remember Ms. Salmon’s spelling tests. We would have a word sort we worked on in class and had to study. Come the day of the test, we would have mini chalkboards with a sock we brought in from home which would hold our pieces of chalk and a