It was the first day of the second-grade new school, new uniform, and new kids to try and get to know and become friends with. While another new student and I walked down the long corridor to the second-grade classroom, which was almost at the end of the first floor. I will never forget how nervous I was about starting a new school. First time I walked in that class I will not forget all the new faces I was seeing for the very first time. We got introduced and took our seats. Right, when we sat down our teacher told us to take out a book and we were gonna start reading a story from it as a class. While I was sitting in my seat I hoped to God she didn’t call on me. Reading when I was in second grade was one of the worst things for me. When I was in second grade I read at a kindergarten reading level. The teacher finally decided to call on someone to read and sure enough, she called on me. Although I don’t remember exactly what the reading was about I do remember the pressure on myself to be able to read those few sentences. It wasn’t an easy task as I struggled to say the words and pronounce them correctly. I could feel the eyes of my classmates looking at me and judging my reading. The teacher had to jump in multiple times to help me before the nightmare was finally over. All I could think about is the first impressions I had given to my classmates and how dumb they all must have thought I was. My reading never would’ve developed into what it is today if it wasn’t for my tutor Mrs. Mercurio and many fun events that happened throughout my early years of reading and writing that shaped who I am today.
It wasn’t until third grade that I started the testing that would later diagnose me with dyslexia. After all my testing which took a few months, I met the most influential person that helped me throughout the years with my reading and writing. Her name was Anne Mercurio and she was my first resource teacher she improved my reading and writing so much that I couldn’t describe it in words. Every day when our normal teacher would teach our class English and a couple of other students would go to her little classroom. This was our safe place where we would laugh and have a great time. Although this class we had a lot of good times and laughs we would also do a lot of reading, and writing, and take our spelling tests in that room. One of my most memorable experiences in that class was when I was in the 6th grade. Every so often we would have these competitions in school they would either be writing-based or drawing-based. These competitions would have schools from all over the country involved in them and this time it was a poem that was going to be submitted. The winner of this competition got their poem published in a book of fellow winners from all over the country. When we went down to Mrs. Mercurio’s office, I wasn’t taking it very seriously because I had done a lot of these types of competitions in the past and I had a pretty good feeling that I wasn’t going to win no matter what I wrote. When we first got to her class, she told us to pick a topic that we enjoyed talking about and wanted to write about. So since I was still younger I decided to write about how much I hated shopping. This poem was probably the most fun I have ever had while I was writing something. I wrote my short poem about how much I hated shopping at Macy’s and other stores while Mrs. Mercurio helped me all along the way. She helped me write it and use the right words that rhymed. After, she helped all of us with the wording of our poems we submitted the poems for the contest.
A long time went by and I completely forgot that we even had submitted these poems. Every day before we started classes we would have a school assembly and we would sing the national anthem and we would have students tell us all the news that was going on with the school. Since I was in sixth grade I obviously wasn’t really paying attention to the announcements that were usually the same every day. My friends and I were off making jokes and talking to each other about what happened last night when we were playing video games. Then all of a sudden my principal started talking and you knew it was something serious when she started talking. Then she said she was going to announce the winners of the poem competition that we had months ago. Once I heard this I instantly started just making jokes again because I knew there was no chance I had won. Then all of a sudden she called my name and asked me to come to the front of the assembly. I started walking up still in shock that I had actually won at something that I had thought there was no way in hell I would win. This was the first real moment in my life, I felt like I could actually accomplish something in my writing. It was the first time I had someone tell me something that I had written was good and I didn’t just see all the red ink all over my writing.
After many years of going to see Mrs. Mercurio try and fix my problems with writing and reading, I had finally made it to high school and I was finally able to do things without the help of seeing my tutor. In my junior year, I had an English teacher who put the fear of god into me about my writing. I would go to class and constantly be getting lectured about the proper way to write an essay. One day after one of the in-class essays we had to write I remember getting my paperback and seeing the most red I have ever seen on a paper. Since I didn’t really read criticism of my writing when I was in high school because I took it very personally. We had multiple classes of the teacher telling us what we cannot do in essays. All I remember is that she said “Don’t use but” and then just went off about what not to do and how you should never start sentences with specific words and the proper way to write an essay with five paragraphs. This scared me for a long time I really only wrote essays about how the teacher had taught me and I hadn’t used “but” and tried to avoid doing anything she had told me. The rest of high school I know for a fact that I didn’t use it but at the start of an essay once.