Summer was the best time of the year. You could sleep in, it was warm, the sun was always shining, and you had no school work. Well, except for me. My mom is an amazing second grade teacher and has taught various elementary grades through her career in teaching. Therefor it only made sense for me and my sisters to have a designated time each day for "school" my mom called it. She had work books, project, and books for us to read. I honestly can say I absolutely hated it and fought my mom everyday about it. But looking back, yes it was awful and just morally wrong, but I learned many important things from that hour designated to my Mumzie School. Reading was never my strong suit and we practiced reading comprehension. I learned all about how to read and re read difficult information and to this day still preform these techniques.
As I start to read, I can figure out whether or not the reading is going to be hard to understand. If I come across a sentence that didn't click, I re read it and stop to think about what it is saying. When I am finished with the passage I go back and read it again. This process sounds long and boring and trust me it is, but in the long run you will be able to do this without even thinking about it. As I kid in my summer Mumzie school, I never thought I would be thanking my mom for taking that one hour each day of summer away from me, but today is the day I do. I do appreciate her amazing effort in helping me succeed in learning important tasks that still apply to me today. Thanks Mom!
-Maddie Rzeppa
I sure hope she saw this post! You are lucky to have a mother who stuck to her guns rather than let you wear her down.
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