caitlyn+fletter

Dear Humanities 6 Classmates, If someone were to ask you for a story about your life, I’m guessing that you wouldn’t think of telling someone about reading and writing. I know I wouldn’t, but if you really think about it the stories can be more fulfilling and more exciting than you can even remember. So I’ll try my best. It all started when I was little, but doesn’t everything start there. Back to the story, my mom had just showed me this book; it was called // Good Night Moon //. I made my mom read it to me every night. It was my favorite book. One night I wanted to switch it all up, so I asked if I could read the book, but I failed because I was three. I was very disappointed and I really wanted to know how to read, but I just couldn’t. My mom tried, but I was very stubborn and just tried to do it my own way no matter what my mom told me. When I was little I went to a school called KinderCare, where I met my first friends, Tatem, Remi, and Kiana. One memory I recall was asking them if they could read. All of them said that they couldn’t, but they also asked me why I wanted to know how to read so badly? I answered, “I don’t know”, even though I knew perfectly well why I wanted to know how to read. When I shadowed at PJA I saw them having story time on the carpet with Morah Jone (She is a really good teacher.) I asked her if she was going to teach us how to read. She said there was going to be story time, but we weren’t going to learn how to read. I was bummed. In first grade I finally started to learn how to read, but it was hard for me because my ADHD interfered a lot and it made it really hard for me to focus. After a while, it started to get easier and I started to read more complicated books. I also started to figure out what kind of books I liked. Back then I was very interested in mysteries. I still am. Overall, the complications made me stronger at reading and writing, even though my writing life is oh so different. My writing life isn’t as interesting as my reading life. I started writing when I was three, but I didn’t know how to spell, I didn’t do very good work, and nobody could understand my stories. I think it’s because I had such bad hand writing. As I grew older, I got stronger at writing and stronger at spelling. I also went to a class here at the school that taught me a lot about spelling; it helped me a lot. When I graduated, I felt proud and confident of how much I had learned. After that, I made really good pieces of writing and really bad pieces of writing, and the bad ones I could usually fix. But I think that overall, my writing is to my liking, and I hope everyone else at least finds it interesting in some way. So now that you’ve herd my story, what is your answer? Would you tell an exciting story about the time you almost fell off a cliff, or would you share the excitement of learning? ** Sincerely ** Caitlyn