| Toby's Story____ |
| I asked Dave what was wrong with me, and
he said I just need to learn a little more before I could do anything.
So the next day Dave got me into a reading class, and the teacher did not
mind that I could not read too good. He had me read some lines from a book
and told me that I could read good and that it was a pleasure to be teaching
me. That made me feel good, and also made me want to to work twice as hard.
This teacher was so good and nice that he did not seem like a teacher. This man seemed more like a friend that cares about some one that tries to learn. He handed me a book one day and read just a couple of lines out loud and knew that I liked it. He said that his girlfriend gave him the book and that he has not read It yet. But if I like the book I could read it if I would not let no one have it or lose It. So I left and went back to my unit and started reading it and a week later I was finished with the book and gave it back. The teacher asked me if I liked it and to tell him about it so I began telling about the book. And how it somehow changed me. Just a little. The teacher then told me that there was a good story inside of me and he wanted me to write a short story for him, so I wrote a story about prison and what I thought about it.. And that story came right out of me. It was the first time I’ve ever written anything like that. So the next day I gave It to my teacher and he liked it, and said it was good, and that he wanted to read it to the teacher next door. So, he did and she liked it. So then he told me that some day I might be able to write a book and be able to read as good as he can. This is all true. I don’t. know how to lie on paper and if I did I would not. |