It's funny. My mom went to my kindergarten teacher the first day and asked what provisions were being made for early readers. The teacher told my mother that in her learned experience, kids weren't actually reading in kindergarten, but that they had just memorized the book. My mother just went "Oooh-kay" and walked away, figuring I'd find a way to blow her theory out of the water.
And a few weeks later, my teacher approached my mom (who was volunteering in my kindergarten class) and said, "Why didn't you tell me Katrina was reading?" My mother smiled and inquired as to how my teacher had figured it out. My teacher mentioned that she thought something was suspicious when she saw me wandering around the classroom reading all the posters. But it didn't sink in for her until it came a day to learn the color red. All the kindergarteners were supposed to draw a picture using mainly red and then approach the teacher to caption it. And I guess I wandered up to my teacher, and said "This is Strawberry Shortcake wearing a red dress. The dress is messy."
My teacher decided to save time by writing only the first sentence. I wouldn't know any better -- I couldn't read, right? Except that when she handed the paper back to me, I said, "You forgot 'The dress is messy.'"
I was tested, and was reading third grade level in kindergarten. By third grade I was reading Mom's old college textbooks without much difficulty, but kindergarten was the only year they tested me. Although I did get accused of plagerism in seventh grade by a teacher that said no seventh grader writes that way, and thus I must have copied it from a book.
The irony there? She was the gifted teacher. If anybody should have known better...
(In a fitting end to the story, the essay was submitted to the contest over her grave misgivings, and I won first place. So there.)
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And a few weeks later, my teacher approached my mom (who was volunteering in my kindergarten class) and said, "Why didn't you tell me Katrina was reading?" My mother smiled and inquired as to how my teacher had figured it out. My teacher mentioned that she thought something was suspicious when she saw me wandering around the classroom reading all the posters. But it didn't sink in for her until it came a day to learn the color red. All the kindergarteners were supposed to draw a picture using mainly red and then approach the teacher to caption it. And I guess I wandered up to my teacher, and said "This is Strawberry Shortcake wearing a red dress. The dress is messy."
My teacher decided to save time by writing only the first sentence. I wouldn't know any better -- I couldn't read, right? Except that when she handed the paper back to me, I said, "You forgot 'The dress is messy.'"
I was tested, and was reading third grade level in kindergarten. By third grade I was reading Mom's old college textbooks without much difficulty, but kindergarten was the only year they tested me. Although I did get accused of plagerism in seventh grade by a teacher that said no seventh grader writes that way, and thus I must have copied it from a book.
The irony there? She was the gifted teacher. If anybody should have known better...
(In a fitting end to the story, the essay was submitted to the contest over her grave misgivings, and I won first place. So there.)
-kat