Superman and Me by Sherman Alexie was an interesting story
of how he became interested in books and reading. It tells how before he could
read or understand words picked up a comic book about Superman and how the
pictures looked like one thing and how even though he could not read at the
time would say what the picture was doing and that he ended up teaching himself
to read that way. He also talked about how he treated every one in his life as
if the all were a paragraph in the grand story of his life. However, growing up
on an Indian reservation and showing that you read when he was growing up was frowned
upon by his people and by the non-Indian instructors that ware there to say
they were teaching them. Yet he did not
care he loved reading because his dad loved books and it trickled down to him
and he was stubborn enough to not care what anyone else thought. Which lead him
to become a writer and a speaker at reservation schools to inspire young
Indians to strive for better then what they have.
This is an interesting story and it made me think back upon
my time in a school that I was in for kindergarten to eighth grade, for whatever
reason the teachers there did not like certain students and did what they could
to keep these students down. I happened to be one of the students they tried to
do this to yet no matter how hard they tried to make me think that I was doing
my class work wrong I knew that I was for the most part not wrong because I
compared some of my work with others that were given better grades then I was
to see that are answers were the same. This led me to question the school and
the teacher’s credibility to where I ended up just doing the work to my standards.
I complained to my mom but got no response from her. She did not have the time
to deal with the fact the teachers were trying to tell me I was not passing the
classes even though the work compared to the students that were passing the
classes was almost the exact same and no not copied. She had to work all the
time and had three other boys to deal with so the school not giving me the
proper passing achievement was of no concern to her. She told me not to worry
about it and if I actually was doing the work properly it will show once I get
into high school. So I just went on letting the mean teachers tell me I was a failure
and whatever without any more arguments. When I got into high school I took
some test that put me into higher classes then what this so called school said
I should be in. I also was determined to confront any issues with grades that I
might have because of that school however, I did not need to do much other than
my school work because the teachers at my high school did not give me bad
grades they actually inspired me to try harder and I ended up getting mostly A’s
through High school. So I can understand the issues Sherman went through in
school with his peers and teachers having a certain belief to what an Indian child
can achieve because something similar happened to me.




