A Chinese boy sits in a warm classroom in Puerto Rico. He learned Cantonese from his parents, and they don’t speak Spanish at home. His first experience speaking the native tongue is Kindergarten, where he needs to catch up. This boy is now in third grade; he learned to print and write in cursive. His teacher calls upon him to read and he reads as competently as anyone else in his class. This boy is me around 1976.
As our teacher calls upon different students to read, there are two students (a boy and a girl) who consistently struggle; they’re siblings if memory serves. They seem perfectly competent at everything else but struggle to read. Naturally, each student will struggle and excel at different subjects, but this felt different. The way that they read almost seemed as if they transposed letters.