‘I was a teacher for 17 years, but I couldn’t read or write’
John Corcoran grew up in New
Mexico in the US during the 1940s and 50s. One of six siblings, he graduated
from high school, went on to university, and became a teacher in the 1960s - a job
he held for 17 years. But, as he explains here, he hid an extraordinary secret.
When
I was a child I was told by my parents that I was a winner, and for the first
six years of my life I believed what my parents had told me.
I
was late in talking, but I went off to school with high hopes of learning to
read like my sisters, and for the first year things were fine because there
weren't many demands on us other than standing in the right line, sitting down,
keeping our mouths shut and going to the bathroom on time.
And
then in the second grade we were supposed to learn to read. But for me it was
like opening a Chinese newspaper and looking at it - I didn't understand what
those lines were, and as a child of six, seven, eight years old I didn't know
how to articulate the problem.
I
remember praying at night and saying, "Please Lord, let me know how to
read tomorrow when I get up" and sometimes I'd even turn on the light and
get a book and look at it and see if I got a miracle. But I didn't get that
miracle.
At
school I ended up in the dumb row with a bunch of other kids who were having a
hard time learning to read. I didn't know how I got there, I didn't know how to
get out and I certainly didn't know what question to ask.
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I
taught high school from 1961 to 1978. Eight years after I quit my teaching job,
something finally changed.
I
was 47 going on 48 when I saw Barbara Bush - then Second Lady of the US -
talking about adult literacy on TV. It was her special cause. I'd never heard
anybody talking about adult literacy before, I thought I was the only person in
the world that was in the situation I was in.
I
was at this desperate spot in my life. I wanted to tell somebody and I wanted
to get help and one day in the grocery store I was standing in line and there
were two women in front of me talking about their adult brother who was going
to the library. He was learning to read and they were just full of joy and I
couldn't believe it.
So
one Friday afternoon in my pinstriped suit I walked into the library
and asked to see the director of the literacy programme and I sat down with her
and I told her I couldn't read.
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