Monday, October 19, 2009
The thing that makes me most angry about teaching is when I get young boys that cannot read. For the most part the patterns are the same. Their ability to recognize the letters and their sounds is non-existent. I am confident that the Lord will give me what I need to help these students read, but the problem is life. Most of my students go home and practice reading on their level with a parent or guardian. Some of them do not. I have grandparents that read to their grandchildren and never practice phonics. Thankfully I cannot say that all my students that have reading difficulty have this problem. I must admit that it angers me that I feel as though progress is made during the week that I count it robbery when they come in on Monday and we are back to square one. Well, at least I know where my passion lies.