FROM STRUGGLING READER- TO THIRD-GRADE TEACHER
- Tereva Bundy
- Jun 15, 2022
- 3 min read
Updated: Sep 23

"I’m not a good reader."
"I hate reading."
"I’ll never get better at reading."
"Learning to read is just too hard."
As a child, these were the phrases I told myself again and again. But it wasn’t always this way.

THE EARLY YEARS: LOVING SCHOOL
In kindergarten and first grade, school was exciting. I loved singing songs on the colorful rug, learning my ABCs, and playing with friends.
When I got my first book—Where’s Spot? by Eric Hill—I read it proudly every single day. I felt like such a great reader because I could read big words like under and behind.
At that point, I was confident. I believed I was ready for anything.
THE TURNING POINT: SECOND GRADE
Everything changed in second grade.
Suddenly, my classmates were reading chapter books, while I was stuck needing help with almost every word.
When the teacher asked students to read aloud, I prayed she wouldn’t call my name. Friends who once played with me began to tease me. Recess became lonely, and I often played by myself just waiting for dismissal.
At home, I made excuses about homework. At school, I just tried to survive.

THE THIRD-GRADE WALL
Third grade was even harder.
The stories were longer, the vocabulary more advanced. We weren’t just learning to read anymore—we were reading to learn. Since I couldn’t read well, I couldn’t keep up.
I began acting out. I stopped turning in work, joined the “bad crowd,” and wore my struggles like a mask.
Then came the state test.
I hated reading so much that I filled in bubbles at random and turned in the test in 20 minutes. Unsurprisingly, I failed—and I was held back.
I felt like my life was over.

A SECOND CHANCE
Repeating third grade was tough, but I worked harder. Still, I wasn’t on grade level. Sentences took forever to understand, and assignments felt endless.
That year, I gave my best on the state test and scored a 37%. It was still a failing score, but at least I tried. With summer school, I finally moved on to fourth grade.
THE TEACHER WHO CHANGED EVERYTHING

Fourth grade brought a miracle: Mr. Manuel.
He made learning fun and engaging. Instead of endless worksheets, he challenged us to create, explore, and think. He even took us on trips to the zoo, the park, and a college campus.
For the first time, I enjoyed learning without realizing it.
On my reading test, I scored a 45%—not high, but progress. In math, I scored 76%—high enough to be placed in a Talented and Gifted class for fifth grade.
I didn’t feel like I belonged there, but because Mr. Manuel believed in me, I pushed myself to keep trying.
THE DYSLEXIA LABEL
In fifth grade, my teacher suggested I was dyslexic. My mom immediately bought phonics books, determined to “fix” the problem.
But deep down, I knew I wasn’t dyslexic. I simply hadn’t had the right support, and I didn’t enjoy reading because it always felt like a punishment.
That year, I set out to prove I could read. Slowly but surely, I did.

BELIEVING IN MYSELF
I’ll never forget the first chapter book I finished on my own: Horrible Harry and the Green Slime.
It took weeks, but I read all 58 pages and understood it. For the first time, I enjoyed a story from start to finish.
That book changed everything.
From then on, I knew my reading struggles could be conquered—with time, effort, practice, and confidence.
In middle school, I thrived academically. By high school, I had earned a full scholarship to a boarding school. Later, I graduated college, earned a master’s in childhood education, and became a teacher.

MY MISSION TODAY
I became a teacher because I never wanted another child to feel the shame I once felt.
Over the years, I’ve worked with hundreds of struggling readers. With the right intervention, I’ve watched frustrated students blossom into confident learners.
When the pandemic shifted classrooms online, I discovered just how powerful one-on-one tutoring could be. Many of my students jumped to grade level in just 3–4 months. That success inspired me to devote myself fully to online reading tutoring.
Hope for Your Child
If your child is struggling with reading, I want you to know this: they are not “dumb.” They are not lazy. They don’t lack potential.
They just need the right support—support I wish I had when I was in their shoes.
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