Dear Community,
In June, 1974 I earned my master’s degree in Reading Instruction from Michigan State University. In 1956 I was in third grade and hadn’t learned to read. My friends learned to read in kindergarten, first or second grade. Not me though. I was frustrated, disheartened, embarrassed and drowning in self-doubt. I began acting out in the classroom. I felt dumb. I was deeply stuck in reading failure.
My parents wanted to help. They saw me as a smart kid except for not being able to read. I could do math; I could follow and understand conversations at home and in class; I was curious. My parents hired a tutor for me which didn’t help much. My dad ran for a seat on the school board and won. I was a PRIVILIDGED, middle class white boy with a father on the school board. My parents were determined I would get the help I needed.
In the coming months, teachers worked with me one on one. I was a great listener and could remember what was discussed in class. Teachers would read test questions to me and I would answer aloud. I began to settle down. By the time I got to high school there were no more weekly spelling tests to fail. I got some high school credits by being a teacher’s aide in a classroom with kids with very low IQ’s. I survived with the help of teachers, by getting credit for being a teacher’s aide, and by avoiding classes I would drown in. The school and I “found a way around my impairment”. I performed well enough to pass from grade to grade as a non-reader.
In my junior year of high school (my dad was still on the school board) the principal stopped me in the hall and said she had found a way for me to be accepted to MSU without taking a college entrance exam. MSU was promoting an early enrollment program to ensure that the freshmen class of 1966 would be a big one. A new residence hall was opening and MSU needed more incoming freshmen. I was all in on the plan. With the help of caring educators, an application was submitted for me my junior year and I was accepted!
The summer after high school graduation I went to Freshmen Orientation at MSU and had to take a placement exam. I failed. I was assigned to a no-credit Preparatory English class and had one term to learn to read or go home. In the fall of 1966 I found myself with a teacher who loved books, loved to read and wanted her students to love reading too. I told her I had real trouble reading words and sentences, let alone read a book. She said reading was more than just words and sentences – it was about meaning. The book she assigned was Death Be Not Proud by John Gunther, a memoir about the decline and death of Gunther’s son, Johnny. She said she believed I and others in the class would want to know about this father’s journey. I shut down for a few days but realized that closing-up meant I would fail out of MSU.
I opened-up to the instructor as she was my only hope. I struggled on the journey of putting together meaning from a book. She believed I could do it and was very supportive. She also taught me SQ3R, a study technique to use in my classes. I read that book and a couple more. She launched me into the university.
College was hard for me. I still relied heavily on auditory learning and did okay. I student taught in a Detroit preschool and graduated in 1970 with a degree in elementary education. After serving two years as a conscious objector, I returned to graduate school at MSU to study reading instruction.
The story does not end there. I learned to read because I was disciplined but never enjoyed it. Reading was hard for me. In 1973 when my fiancé realized I never read for pleasure she asked if I would read a book she picked out for me – just because she asked. Fueled by young love, I said yes. She handed me Five Smooth Stones by Ann Fairbairn, an 853-page love story about an interracial couple on a collage campus. I gasped at the number of pages but began reading and discussing the book with my fiancé as I read it. I loved it.
I went on to teach third and first grades, ensuring that every child in my classroom learned to read!
I earned my doctorate in Educational Leadership in 2002. I have been so fortunate to have been an elementary school teacher, principal, and superintendent in a 32-year public education career. I was an adjunct instructor at MSU for over three decades, teaching graduate courses in literacy and leadership development. And now as a retiree, I enjoy spending time every day . . . reading.
Jerry Jennings