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		<title>A student&#8217;s story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 15:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
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THE STORY OF MYRTLE THE TURTLE &#38; FREDDIE THE FROG
BY JOSEPHINE LAMP
 
It was a warm sunny day. Little Myrtle the turtle wanted to go for a walk. Her mother told her not to go far away from home.
“Ok mommy” she said, setting out towards the lake. As she is slowly walking along, she stops to [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">THE STORY OF MYRTLE THE TURTLE &amp; FREDDIE THE FROG</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">BY JOSEPHINE LAMP</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">It was a warm sunny day. Little Myrtle the turtle wanted to go for a walk. Her mother told her not to go far away from home.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Ok mommy” she said, setting out towards the lake. As she is slowly walking along, she stops to nibble on the nice tender green grass. Going to the waters edge someone said: “Good morning Myrtle, how are you this morning?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh my, you startled me Freddie Frog!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh I did? I’m sorry Myrtle.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Now little Freddie the frog has also been told not to go too far from home. His mother told him to watch out for Mr. and Mrs. Water Snake because they like to eat frogs. As Myrtle and Freddie are talking the suddenly hear a noise it is Mrs. Bird looking for worms to feed her three little baby birds in the nest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“”Oh my, oh my” said the little earth worm, “let go, let go of me!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Snap…mommy bird flies off to feed her little ones.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh my, oh my” said the little earth worm, “now I have to grow back my other end”, as he crawls back into his hole.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Mrs. Bird flies back to get the rest of Mr. Earth Worm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Now where did he go?” asked Mrs. Bird. “Oh, he crawled back into his hole” answered Myrtle. “Oh my, oh my” and away she flew.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Freddie and Myrtle saw a branch of a tree sticking out over the water. So they climbed upon it just to sit there in the sun, looking out across the lake. Freddie said: “Myrtle, I wonder what it is like over there on the other side?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“I don’t know Freddie, but mom and dad said I should never go over there, besides it is too far from home.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh come on Myrtle, lets go over!”, as he looks out across the lake.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh NO, NO and you better stop thinking about it Freddie, you know what your parents said.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Well I am going, I don’t care what my parents said…” </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Without another word, Freddie jumped in the water, swimming as fast as his little legs would take him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Freddie come back…come back” cried Myrtle, but Freddie kept right on going. Myrtle now hurried home as fast as she could to tell her parents what Freddie did. After all, she was very worried about him she just knew she would never see him again.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Late in the afternoon, Freddie reaches the other side of the lake. He gets out of the water and sits on a rock to rest. He was very, very tired after that long trip. Hearing someone he jumps to hide but it was too late. A little boy seeing Freddie reached down to pick him up. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh daddy<span> </span>look what I found…can I keep him please?! Oh please!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Shh…hhh, I will never catch any fish if you are not quiet.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh please, can I keep him please?” the little boy keeps pleading.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh, ok, get that jar out of the truck and I’ll put some holes in the cover” his father said. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh, thank you daddy.” The little boy ran to the truck. With Freddie in his right hand, he grabbed the jar from the seat and ran back to his dad who then put holes in the cover. Then the little boy put Freddie in the jar, screwed the cover good and tight and poor Freddie was trapped inside.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh my, Oh my!” cried Freddie. “I should have listened to my mom, dad and Myrtle!” the little boy seeing something else set the jar down and said: “I’ll be right back dad”, but did not return right away. After a long time had passed, Freddie heard the little boys father say: “Come on son, we’ve got to go home now, it’s time for dinner.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Ok dad”, the little boy comes running to the truck, forgetting all about Freddie in the jar. The father starts the truck, the little boy jumping into the truck says: “Oh dad, I forgot my frog, let me get him please?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Don’t have time now son, we’ve got to get home, your mother will have dinner ready and we don’t want to get her upset now, do we son?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“No I guess not” said the little boy as he was getting hungry too.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Now there sits poor Freddie in the jar. It is getting warmer and warmer in there.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh my, oh my, what will I do now?” he cries, jumping up and down, pushing on one side then the other. The jar begins to rock back and forth. Freddie keeps jumping and pushing with all his might. All at once the jar goes crashing on some rocks below, smashing the jar all to pieces. Freddie was bruised and cut, but he was free.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">By now it was getting dark and too late to try to swim home. He was very tired, he had a hard day! Looking around he found an old log laying in the mud. He dug down in the soft mud, just leaving his eyes and mouth sticking out of the mud.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">There, safe for the time being, he fell sound asleep. When he got up the next morning, he jumped in the water and started for home. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Across the lake, Freddie’s mom and dad, Myrtle and her parents got up early going to the edge of the lake hoping Freddie will come home soon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">They are calling: “Freddie…Freddie” listening for an answer but hearing nothing. So, they just sit there waiting for Freddie, but no Freddie. Finally, that evening, Freddie’s dad said: “Did you hear that?” The hear Freddie calling: “Mom…Dad”<span> </span>They all jump in the water swimming out to meet him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“Oh I am so happy to see you” cried Freddie, “I should have listened to you. I will never do anything you tell me not to do again.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">They all climb up on a log to rest, while Freddie tells them what happened to him across the lake. Looking at Myrtle, he said: “I really do have a true friend in you Myrtle, you tried to get me not to go, thank you.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">“I am just happy you are back, Freddie.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">They all sat there watching the sun set with a warm, happy feeling. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">THE END</span></p>
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		<title>Student/tutor Poems</title>
		<link>http://volusialiteracy.org/blog/?p=66</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:51:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Poetry is a great way to help students identify with the power of words and get them excited about reading and language.  These student poems, many written with tutors,  are from a poetry workshop directed by West Volusia Program Director Jonel Persinger:


 Yellow
By Janet and Maria
Yellow is sour lemonade and bumpy ball.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Poetry is a great way to help students identify with the power of words and get them excited about reading and language.  These student poems, many written with tutors,  are from a poetry workshop directed by West Volusia Program Director Jonel Persinger:</em></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong> Yellow</strong><br />
By <em>Janet and Maria</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Yellow is sour lemonade and bumpy ball.<br />
Yellow tastes like sour lemonade.<br />
Yellow feels like waxy and hard.<br />
It is growing in the garden, juicy fruit, and luscious lemon.<br />
Yellow is bright.</p>
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Moon</strong><br />
<em>By Joseph and Peter</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Shiny, White<br />
Orbiting, Dancing, Setting<br />
Beautiful, Romantic, Calm, Peaceful<br />
Reflecting, Drifting, Bobbing<br />
Silver, Fluffy<br />
Ocean</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Haiti</strong><em></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>By Lynn and Nounoue</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Beautiful, Garden<br />
Fishing, Diving, Swimming<br />
Foreign, French, Huge, Cold<br />
Hiking, Playing, Camping<br />
Amazing, Snowy<br />
Alaska</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Green</strong><br />
<em>By Farina and Kathleen</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Green is oval fruit and tasty pear.<br />
Green tastes like delicious delicacy.<br />
Green feels like smooth pendant.<br />
It is good-looking garden, sweet treats, and a tart pie.<br />
Green is rich.</p>
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		<title>Tutor Spotlight</title>
		<link>http://volusialiteracy.org/blog/?p=60</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 17:21:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have been a tutor with the Volusia Literacy Council since July, 2003.  I have been tutoring my students, &#8220;Sarita and Berto&#8221; (names have been changed for publication), since January, 2006. When they first came to me, neither of them spoke a word in English, but I was determined to make this work out of  sheer perserverance [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been a tutor with the Volusia Literacy Council since July, 2003.  I have been tutoring my students, &#8220;Sarita and Berto&#8221; (names have been changed for publication), since January, 2006. When they first came to me, neither of them spoke a word in English, but I was determined to make this work out of  sheer perserverance and their yearn for commitment. Throughout the years, they have been dedicated to learning and comprehending English. We now have general conversations ranging from family customs to work-related issues. Sometimes we have class at the local grocery store, post office or even a fast-food restaurant &#8212; all so they can experience our American culture and characteristics. They were a bit nervous at first, but in the end, they truly enjoyed this exciting venue.</p>
<p>After the birth of my son, I didn&#8217;t tutor for several months. I asked if they would like another tutor but they declined and waited patiently for my return. To my amazement, they remembered a lot of things. It was almost as if I had never stopped tutoring. When they took the assessment test, lo and behold, both did way above what I and West Volusia Program Director Jonel Persinger had expected. I congratulated them immensely on a job well done. Then they gave them all the praise. I fought back tears because I am VERY, VERY proud of them and their accomplishments. Even their sons are astonished about how far they&#8217;ve come.</p>
<p>I visited Luis&#8217; job recently and spoke with his general manager and other coworkers. They are ecstatically pleased with his improvement. As for Maria, I&#8217;ve spoken with several of her co-workers who noticed improvements in her comprehension and ability to feel confident enough to speak English. As I continue to tutor, I grow more and mroe fascinated with them. They are always willing to learn and try something new, which keeps tutoring fun and exciting.</p>
<p>Many times, I have to tell them class is over, only to hear, &#8220;Awwwwww, already?&#8221; &#8230; This is truly one of the greatest achievements I have ever done in my life.</p>
<p>&#8211; Shalley Lavalas, tutor, Volusia Literacy Council</p>
<p>(adapted from the May-June 2009 West Volusia newsletter, &#8220;Literacy Life Steps.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Dreams coming true</title>
		<link>http://volusialiteracy.org/blog/?p=48</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 15:59:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just had a former student drop by my office. She had started with us in October of 2007 and needed help with reading and language skills. She was in the Adult Basic Education classes at Daytona State College. She was a capable student, and with her tutor&#8217;s help, was able to move on into [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just had a former student drop by my office. She had started with us in October of 2007 and needed help with reading and language skills. She was in the Adult Basic Education classes at Daytona State College. She was a capable student, and with her tutor&#8217;s help, was able to move on into the GED classes in February of 2008, at which point she was above our range for providing service. She succeeded to go on and get her GED. She wanted to let me know that she had now entered the college and was studying psychology. She just wanted to thank us again for our support toward making her dreams come true.</p>
<p>&#8211; Al Harmon<br />
Program Director. East Volusia County<br />
Volusia Literacy Council</p>
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		<title>Dyslexia</title>
		<link>http://volusialiteracy.org/blog/?p=44</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 00:36:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From a student&#8217;s point of view:
&#8220;I’ve struggled with Dyslexia for a very longtime. It’s hard to know the battles you have to face with where you&#8217;re dealing with Dyslexia.  Everything is so hard and stressful when everyone around you don’t give you the help or support you need. There&#8217;s always a sense of attitude [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From a student&#8217;s point of view:<br />
&#8220;I’ve struggled with Dyslexia for a very longtime. It’s hard to know the battles you have to face with where you&#8217;re dealing with Dyslexia.  Everything is so hard and stressful when everyone around you don’t give you the help or support you need. There&#8217;s always a sense of attitude or some kind of yell out their mouth. Sometimes I feel helpless because I feel as if I’m being judged.  I try to do what I have to do to help myself the best way that I can. Struggling with Dyslexia is not easy. Words are hard for me and when I pronounce them its not the way I write it.  It take me a while before I can write the word the right way.  I got a lot of help with a tutor who helped me work with words in the dictionary and so much more. Everything she taught me and helped me through College to earn my Certificate as a Nursing Assistant.  I took my State test for the Nursing Assistant and I passed.  Thanks to all the learning of words, writing and reading.  I struggle every day of my life but I will continue to fighting with all that I have to achieve my goals.&#8221;</p>
<p>P.S. I’m thankful for all your help and for read story.</p>
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