Jim studied the word for a few seconds before sounding it out. His mouth silently forming the syllables.
“En-cy-clo-pe-di-a,” he finally said aloud.
“Very good Jim,” Mrs. Fisher said with a broad smile. “Now read the sentence.”
“Nancy brought home an encyclopedia,” Jim said with satisfaction in his eyes.
“Good job, Jim. Now read the next sentence.”
“She borrowed it from the li-brar-y.” His index finger followed the words as he read them.
“Now read the last sentence,” Mrs. Fisher said encouragingly.
“Nancy borrowed the encyclopedia for one week.”
Mrs. Fisher exclaimed, “Bravo, Jim. That’s the best you’ve done this week. You are doing a wonderful job learning the words.”
Jim beamed with delight, “Thank you, Mrs. Fisher. You are a wonderful teacher.”
Mrs. Fisher added, “Now before you go, here’s your reading assignment for next week. If you have any trouble with the big words, just sound them out and read them slowly. You can call me if you have problems or questions.”
Jim put his book and note pad in his backpack. “I’ll see you next Friday, Mrs. Fisher. Have a good weekend.”
“Thanks, you too,” replied Mrs. Fisher.
Mrs. Fisher watched Jim as he ambled down the hallway to the parking lot. Jim has come a long way with his reading, she thought.
It took Jim awhile to muster the courage to take a reading class. He didn’t want anyone to know he could barely read a road sign. Never got the proper schooling he deserved. Jim had a rough childhood moving from place to place with his mom. He even took odd jobs to help put food on the table. Finally, he knew he had to decide. Jim took the plunge—enrolled in a reading class at thirty-five years of age.
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