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I remember being really young, probably around three, but the age where I couldn’t understand things properly but being entranced by books and my ability to sound out the smallest words made me feel so smart, so special. My mom would always tell me stories about how all the other kids my age were super hyper but she could leave me in front of a book and come back to find me in the same place, still reading. -
I graduated from basics school, which is like Jamaican Pre-k, with flying colors. I was top girl and won lots of trophies specifically for excelling in my reading level, and was known by my teacher and family for being a “real scholar” they told me my hard work would get me far. -
I dressed up as a teacher for my schools career day when i started 1st grade. I was only there for a short while but the memory sticks with me. I read a book to the class that day, I really felt like I was teaching someone, maybe even learned something myself.
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In 7th grade I wrote a memoir about the scar I have above my right eyebrow. The scar has a story, one that almost scared my mom to death. I thought it was simple, but very descriptive, and I got a tremendous amount of praise for it. That memoir was shown to the next years class as an “excellent” example, and also got me my position as a peer tutor, helping other kids write essays and for the rest of my 8th grade year.