When I was a wee one I hated not being able to read things. I can remember the frustration. In first grade I struggled learning to read. It was sad being in the red birds rather than the blue birds, which was the group of better readers. By second grade I had it though. A lot was going on in my young life at that time.
In my school, it was divided into Group One, Group Two, and Group Three. We were given a sentence to read, and depending on how well one did, we were assigned to a group. Throughout the semester or school year, if students in Group Three improved in their reading skills, they could progress to Group Two, and the same for Group Two students to Group One. I started out assigned to Group One and never left it.
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