The Early Years

My most memorable experience learning how to write took place when I was in second grade. My dad was in the Army so I went to the elementary schools on the military bases. We usually lived in one place for about three years. During the time that we were between bases we would move back home to Fort Worth for about two months, while my dad settled in the the new base. When I was in second grade my family was going through one of these transitions. Second grade I basically knew how to put simple sentences together. My second day in class my teacher pulled me aside and told me that she was going to give me a tutor to help me with my writing twenty minutes a day. I really did not understand what was wrong with my writing, so I agreed to have a tutor. The first day with my tutor I found out what was wrong with my writing, when I wrote I turned my paper sideways making my letters crooked. At the time I was seven so it did not bother me she was the teacher, teachers are never wrong. That memory has always been with me and I had never really thought about why I always remembered it. Now I realize that it bothers me because why does it matter if my letters are crooked, I was seven she's lucky I didn't eat my boogers. It's a shame that this memory is my most memorable about learning how to write. I just hope when I'm a teacher that I care about the quality of a students essay, intead of if their letter are straight.