When my nephew was in the third grade his teacher asked him to stand up and read a page from his book. When he had finished the teacher asked him a question about what he had read. He said he didn’t know the answer. She asked him why he couldn’t remember what he had read. What he actually heard was “You can’t remember what you read.”
Up until the time he was 15 he was a “D’ student at best. His comprehension skills were drastically lacking. He would avoid doing his homework and dreaded going to school.
One day when I was over for a visit he was reading a book. Suddenly he struck the book with his fist. Being the book lover I am I was naturally offended.
I asked him what was wrong and he said “I’ve read this page three times and I can’t remember what I’ve read.”
I immediately went to find his mother to discuss an idea.