1. Literacy, for me, is to be able to comprehend something. When it comes to literary essays, I always struggle with them because reading comprehension is not my strong suit.
2. My Standard of Learning is my mother. She read to me when I was younger and before I was born.
SoL Scene
The big, yellow bus drops off young Lindsey to her beaten down apartment in the Bronx. Her mother is working late, so her older brother has to watch her. When she gets home, she goes in the fridge, get her sliced apples her brother already prepared her, and sits at the table to start her homework. Lindsey was one of the smartest pupils in the second grade. She has to work hard, so she can be the first person in her family to go to college. It is a long ways from now, but she wants to make her mom happy.
Mom is finally home at 7:00, and is preparing dinner for her two children.
“Alright, Lindsey,” she starts, “go grab your book from your room for our daily read.”
Lindsey was not exactly fond of daily reads, especially if it means missing an episode of The Backyardigans. However, she just keeps hearing her mother’s voice of hope that told her every night “you are going to be somebody, baby girl. You are going to make mommy so proud.”
“One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish,” Lindsey started. Her mom nodding her head to Lindsey’s rhythm of reading. Lindsey’s mother had a theory: if she reads to her daughter every night, and then have her daughter also read a little, a college could not tell her no when her daughter has straight A’s,
