Today I sat through yet ANOTHER training session on yet ANOTHER reading program - a new way to teach reading - another new way! I have no idea how many reading programs I have been trained on - have used - have gone by the wayside because something new came along. It is true that many children are not learning to read as they should and I admire those who are trying to unlock the mysteries of their difficulties. But after so many years of teaching it's hard to keep buying into new things. Sometimes it's just a company trying to make money. They hire really convincing spokespeople that amaze you with their ideas and results - but alas, the same children have the same problems. In honor of this day I thought I'd share a very clever poem that was written by the late Dorothy Griswold - a friend of my parents. This poem explains a lot about why English speaking children have it rough.
Phun with Fonix
When I was youngue, my mother toung
seamed eezy as a brease.
In grammer schules they taut us rools
along with a-b-c's.
With eech gnu wird I wred or herd,
my vocabulary grough.
The rools and stough did know seam tuff
two me. Did thay tue yew?
Bigh and bigh I went to hye-
skule whair thay tought me moar
on hough to spell and sheau and tell,
witch I cood knot ignoor.
I set my hart on lurning eart,
lyke hau to peint and draugh.
But tewday I greave to seigh
my talent has a flaugh.
Sew back I'll gow tew what I no,
Inglish and its youse.
We knead gould turse and huyclass virce
and that's what I'll produse.