Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Reading is dumm.

When I was in third grade, kids may have called me a few synonyms for the word "dumb".  A few that weren't really politically correct from what I could tell.  It wasn't because I was particularly stupid, just because I couldn't read English.  Or any other language for that matter.  So, when I failed English, the school wanted to make me try again, but my mother made a deal: 3 years worth of English books for one year of not failing.  The school took it. 

So, next thing I knew I was at a bunch of English summer camps.  Only thing these English Summer Camps were all at the same place and being administered by the same people; my mother and grandmother.  Considering my father from all I could tell couldn't speak English either I kind of thought he should have been enrolled in some sort of ESL Summer Camp at the very least.  Turns out if you're a scientist speaking English is a disability though, so no one cared. 

You're probably wondering how English Summer Camps go.  They go horrible.  I got one ice cream sandwich for every 10 pages of work.  If I knew how I would have cried all day, but I was hardened.  English Summer Camps will do that to a man.  (and to a child it turns out)

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