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Jacklyn F. Tan Literacy Narrative History: Treasure Box Makes Princess! Predominantly, reading can be very exasperating, especially on a long, difficult and humdrum writing. Obviously, I am not an exceptional case. However, outrageously my subconscious is always telling me that reading is very amusing. I come from a unique family; my father is a typical Asian-Chinese from Malaysia while my mother’s origin of Chinese and Portuguese ancestry. Apparently, my parents have the extremely different living habits because of their cultures. Example: My mother is preferred to say a prayer before dinner. While my father and his family will just tuck in on the dinner table. Despite the difference of their cultures, I am glad that they have the same goal on nurturing me. This is a rare case, my parents taught me about their beliefs at my age of three. “Nothing is impossible; you just have to do your best instead of trying! You are little giant of yourself! And you have to work-hard in order to succeed!” These are …show more content…
I thought I am good at it.” I was very embarrassed but astonished at the same time because my parents were not upset with me at all. “Nothing is impossible; you just have to do your best instead. Did you do your best for the test?” My mother said these to me. Obviously, I did not do my best, so I shake my head and with an answer “No”. Followed by my father, he asked me did I work hard for it. Again, my answer was another “NO”. “Jackie, you are a big girl now. However, don’t you remember that is nothing comes easy? Remember we told you when you were little, “Nothing is impossible, but you just have to do your best and work-hard. That is the only way you can be successful”. These words banged into my head so hard and I realized I was wrong. I apologized, decided to do my best and work harder in school and tests. I thought my parents were awesome; they could have yelled me, instead encouraging
Struggling with reading came early on in Mikayla’s academic years. Her family was definitely an early influence in her reading ability. Her parents and grandparents were very involved in Mikayla’s reading development. Her father on his off nights would read bedtime stories to her and her sister until about third grade. After third grade, she was expected to read at least thirty minutes before bed every night. She also joined in on Grandpa’s morning rituals of reading the paper, she would read the funnies. According to Jongsu Wee, we learn our reading habits because it is embedded in our everyday life (Jongsu, 2009). Pamela, Mikayla’s mother, said that often Mikayla was very talkative about the books her parents would read to her. She was so excited about reading the next one that often times her mother would stop in the middle of reading to leave her in suspense. Her grandfather, Carl, was also a great influence in her reading. When she would stay at her grandparents’ house, Carl would often read her the funnies or a story in...
Pearson UK (n.d.) stated “Evidence suggests that children who read for enjoyment every day not only perform better in reading tests than those who don’t, but also develop a broader vocabulary, increased general knowledge and a better understanding of other cultures. In fact, reading for pleasure is more likely to determine whether a child does well at school than their social or economic background.”
I yelled at them, ignored them, and occasionally did the opposite they told me too. At the time, I thought that made me better than them, but in the end, it got me nowhere. Soon I entered high school and my bratty preteen-self calmed down. However, my parents became stricter on my grades because there was a big milestone that would be coming up in a few years, getting accepted into college. My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes. I soon climbed to the top of my school’s ranking system and was at the top of my class. Though, this did not matter to me, I wanted out of my house. At this point, I knew I was not disappointing my parents, they were as proud as can be with a daughter at the top of her class. This was the first time in my life that I felt as if my parents were generally proud of me and my accomplishments. I still however, felt guilty. Even though I was doing it for myself, I felt bad that I wanted to escape my parents. I did not hate them, I just could not stand being under their control
Ever since I was little girl, my parents had motivated me to get straight A’s on every report card that I should bring home. I, being the youngest of the family, never wanted to disappoint my parents. The despair on their faces if I ever brought a grade home lower than a ‘C’ was not a look I yearned to see. I knew I could not let them down.
The majority of people have a subject they were never good at. Unless your a genius or have a photographic memory, kudos to you. But the rest of us have to work twice as hard to achieve a passing grade to at least pass the class. Some of us have been told, horrible things that discourages us and we just give up. Verbal words, that have a huge negative impact on us. Now, this paper isn’t to make you feel sorry about yourself, this paper is to reflect on your ups and downs on the subject you had the most trouble at. I know its scary admitting your faults but how can you move one from your faults if you don’t admit them? But while admitting your faults you also have your strengths, even if it was determination to keep going, that is something you should be proud of, because you never gave up.
I began to read not out of entertainment but out of curiosity, for in each new book I discovered an element of real life. It is possible that I will learn more about society through literature than I ever will through personal experience. Having lived a safe, relatively sheltered life for only seventeen years, I don’t have much to offer in regards to worldly wisdom. Reading has opened doors to situations I will never encounter myself, giving me a better understanding of others and their situations. Through books, I’ve escaped from slavery, been tried for murder, and lived through the Cambodian genocide. I’ve been an immigrant, permanently disabled, and faced World War II death camps. Without books, I would be a significantly more close-minded person. My perception of the world has been more significantly impacted by the experiences I've gained through literature than those I've gained
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
From then, I came to realize that if I had pushed myself harder like my sister had, I would have received the score I wanted, and that
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
This reflects on the past where I have disappointed my dad, I have once forgotten to study for a test and during the test, I didn’t write anything. When I got the test paper back, I got a
Life is like a tree, it grows and develops branches and leaves that come and go as we progress. The environments we live in determine which branches wither and fade and which prosper. Every branch holds some form of learned literacy from the end of the roots to the trunk and highest branch. Literacy encompasses many aspects of life.
My parents always encouraged me to strive for the best, so when they noticed my mediocre grades and lack of motivation in high school they were not happy with me and always reminded me to be grateful for the opportunities in front of me. Imagine the “when I was your age…” speech on steroids. Truth is I was unmotivated; no subject sparked my interest and the only subject that I had some remote interest in was medicine/healthcare. So when my senior year rolled
When I was younger, I didn’t like reading much at all. I always questioned my teachers what was the purpose of reading; I never got an answer from either teacher until I was in the seventh grade. Starting junior high school was different from elementary. In seventh grade, we were in our reading class for two hours a day. I asked the teachers why didn’t we have the privilege to stay in our other classes for two hours; I never received an answer from my teachers.
I would always say back to them, that it was possible and I was going to do it. I study so hard for that test. I was so determined to prove everyone wrong, I was going to get that 28 or better. A few days’ later it was test day, and I was ready. 3hours later I walked out of that test not feeling as confident as I was when I walked in because the test was timed and I new that, but I was not thinking about the test being timed when I was studying for it and I felt rushed and it made me nervous, it made me feel like I was not going to finish a certain section in time; so on some parts I guessed and hoped for the best. A few weeks later I revised my test score and immediately I started crying because on my computer screen I did not see a 28 or better, but instead I saw a low score (I do not even want to talk about). I than knew, I do not do well at timed test and that I freak out. I Now knew I needed to be more realistic about the score I was going to get, and that it would probably never be 28 or better. I honestly think it is sad how we can have so much ambition about something but then realize we can’t do that, and we have to find another dream weather its short term or long term dream; we have to find something that we know we can
At the age of ten, my parents decided that I should learn how to play an instrument. In addition, they also chose which instrument I should learn, the guitar. I had no interest in learning the guitar, because all I wanted to spend my leisure time on was improvising my soccer skills. However, my parents believed soccer was a waste of my precious time, time which I should be using to focus on school and expanding my brain by taking on a difficult task, such as learning to play music. This was contrary to what I believed, but I had to do it or else my parents would be displeased. Therefore, the following week, I began taking guitar lessons.