My big brother also thought it was a one-time thing. He'd gone to school; he thought it was over.
Me, I was told, when I was impatient about learning to read, that I'd learn when I started going to school. I went the first day, and came home to announce that I wasn't going back. Mom asked why, and I said, "You told me they'd teach me to read. They didn't." I wasn't going to waste my time on them--no second chances!
I already knew how to read when I started first grade. (no pre-school or kindergarten) I still remember the joy when the teacher passed out books, and the disappointment when I opened it and there were just pictures, no words. What kind of rip-off joint was this place?
Never quite trusted school after that.
My mother had a short story she'd clipped to save about a little girl who was so excited to go to school so she could read exciting books like her big brothers & sisters, and her parents. She sort of could read a little bit, and then they learned on worksheets.
And the first time they handed her a book, is was "See wingadingdingy and Jane," and she was livid at being given this boring book. So when she was asked to stand and read aloud, she did it really dramatically ("Run, Jane! Run, wingadingdingy!") and got the kids all worked up, and she got sent home.
I had a similar reaction to those books. A stumbling block for me was that because I was an undiagnosed dyslexic with fine and gross motor skill problems from having a brain that is not left or right handed and auditory processing difficulties - I struggled to read aloud - still do. But reading in my head - my comprehension was through the roof.
In first grade they gave us those big basels that were no longer under adoption to be take home readers. Mom got that I could read in my head so had me read to her the prescribed 20 min, but then I was encouraged to read what I wanted. Thing was because I couldn't read aloud my library books were restricted and I finished them quickly. So I would read the reader if I had gone through my personal books. So I finished all the readers by Jan or Feb. My teacher also caught on that I could read and comprehend so I was pretty much allowed to get any book I wanted from the library to be my take home reader.
2nd grade I bring home big basal for that year. Finish reading to Mom - and insist I have to keep reading it instead of reading "real books". I kept insisting I had to finish the book in 1 week. So Mom figuring I misunderstood the teacher took me early to meet with Mrs. Blue. Mrs. Blue told me no I didn't have to finish in one week. But I kept insisting that I had to finish in one week. So Mrs. Blue asked why. I told her you only have X stupid story books. So if I read one a week then in X weeks you have let me go to the library and check out real story books that are interesting. Mrs. Blue took the basal from my hands, and escorted us down to the library. Got all my reader books from the library that year.
Similar situation where the adult really needed to listen to what I was saying happened with me and my Aunt Mary. BG Aunt Mary's husband Uncle Leo was Canadian military and later worked in their embassies. So they lived in Europe. We lived in Texas. We met up 2 times on PEI. Then they were transferred back to Ottawa and we would stop there to see them on the way to PEI. At the time of the story I was 7 or 8
So Dad and Uncle Leo were out. Mom, Aunt Mary, her boys, sis, and I were home. Mom is out of the room. Aunt Mary served us kids all rice Krispey treats. Sis and I had never seen them before.
Aunt Mary, "You each may have two"
Me "Can I eat them"
Aunt Mary "You may have 2"
Me "But can I eat them "
Aunt Mary getting irritated "I said you may have 2"
Me "Aunt Mary I know You said we may have 2 but can I eat them"
Mom - walking down the hall and hearing the last exchange "Mary she is asking if they have peanuts in them she's never seen rice krispey treats before. Kimberly you have to actually ask the question"
I really only accepted food from family, teachers, and a limited number of friends' parents. I remember not being allowed to eat at one set of friend's house, because they and their parents were part of a religion that doesn't believe in allergies. I had fallen into the pattern of asking can I eat X as a short hand for Is there peanuts in X. My parents realized their mistake and started insisting that I ask the proper question each time (family, teachers and friends' parents backed them up)