Upon reflecting on my literacy journey, I realized how formative my elementary years were in shaping my understanding of literacy. Through my elementary years, I was able to learn not only how to read and write, but use my newfound skills to bring others joy. The anecdote “If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, but if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime,” comes to mind. My elementary teachers not only gave me the basic knowledge of how to read and write, but also taught me how to implement my writing abilities to empower myself and others. My literacy journey began in kindergarten. Here I was tasked with the new knowledge of the ABC’s and learning how to connect letters to form words. I had the opportunity to participate …show more content…
She looked solemnly at each of us, inferring that her message was important. Even as young children, we were able to sense the importance of our teacher's lessons, and therefore we sat quietly. The silence in the room was deafening as we waited for her to begin. The anticipation was crippling as she simply sat there for what seemed like hours, looking at each of us. At last, she began, “Today we will be writing a letter to a classmate. We will use our skills of forming words to write something kind.” She pulled a random name out of a hat and each of us was assigned an individual. I reluctantly chose to write for someone I barely knew. This student was quiet and reserved. I did not believe my writing would be appreciated by her in the slightest. I began writing with a frown, scrabbling together kind words for a person I barely knew. I begrudgingly gave her my jumbled letter after a few minutes of writing. I then watched as the letters I learned a few months ago changed into not only words, but kind words. As I watched my precious piece of writing be read by this classmate, tears began to fill her eyes. She ran to me and hugged me, explaining she had never received a kind letter
Literacy is defined as the ability to read and write, and most people believe just that – that literacy only goes as far as being able to read and write words, and up until my enrollment in English 1100 this semester, I too, for the most part, had that belief. As a child, I began my journey through literacy by first memorizing the alphabet, then learning to attach a name to the shape of the letter, and finally assigning a sound to each letter. When phonics was mastered, I then took the next step
My journey with literacy has been a up and down process. Early on in my life literacy was just a tool used to go from day to day and make it threw my school work. I never saw myself as being one of those kids that could read for hours or write stunning essays. The building blocks of literacy were taught to me at my preschool, where they began to teach us the alphabet and taught us how to read basic books. We also began to learn how to write. One of my earliest memories were when my preschool teacher
their own literacy journey that is unique to themselves. No one can have the same literacy journey as someone else, literacy journals are like fingerprints, no matter how close an individual will be with one another, they will have different fingerprints. I believe, that the introduction to reading at an early age, alters and makes a person who they are later in life. Reading makes people better, readers, thinkers, and writers and without being introduced to reading at an early age in my life, I would
My Literacy Journey Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with
My first experience to literacy came as a young adult. I have always been reluctant with my education, because of the family problems I experienced growing up. The harsh treatment our family received growing up made it very difficult to study in school, my body was physically in class but my mind was not. The trials and tribulations I went through growing up as a kid continued throughout my teenage years. Dropping out of high school I believe brought upon literacy difficulty. At the age of twenty-three
recollections of my early years and the exact age I was able to read and write. Some of my earliest memories are vague on the topic of my literacy. However, I do remember small memories, such as, learning how to write my name in cursive, winning prizes for reading, and crying over every assigned high school essay. Over the last twelve years my literacy grew rapidly with the help of teachers, large school libraries, my family, and so on. There is always room for my literacy skills to grow, but my family’s
My literacy journey commenced at a young age. My story begins with the typical bed time stories and slowly progresses into complex novels. Some points in my literacy journey have made me admire the written word but other times literacy frustrated me. These ups and downs within my story have made me the person I am today. My parents noticed that my reading was not up to par with other children in kindergarten and I was diagnosed with mild dyslexia at the age of five. My parents provided me a reading
My Journey of Literacy Literacy: noun/ lit·er·a·cy the ability to read and write. -Merriam Webster Dictionary, 1828. My ongoing journey of literacy began in 1993. I was four years old. The memories I have of my first few years of school is very blurred, as they happened over twenty years ago. However, these early years of my life is where I believe my literacy journey began to take form. I remember attending kindergarten round-up, the yearly process wasn’t as routine for me as it is for
Knowledge is literacy, and literacy is the ability to enhance your vocabulary, read and hear of others literacy stories, and continue to live your own. I would like to begin explaining my literacy story by saying that my first word was “mama”. Although I don’t remember this, my first word was very exciting to my parents because I mainly communicated through my older brother, David until I was almost three years old. Although David is my only sibling and is three years older than I am, we have always
Literacy, ability to read, write, listen and speak is a backbone of all type of learning. It would be difficult in to survive in this world without literacy. My literacy journey began from my high school. According to Fredrick Douglass, “Once you learn to read, you will be forever free. Student's motivation toward studies increases when their parents get involved in it and pay full attention toward their child education. I remember the days when my mom helped me to learn number and alphabets. She
My Journey to Literacy My journey to literacy has been quite an experience. As a child I never realized how my fascination with great stories would become the building blocks to such a valuable tool as an adult. It can be easy to take this special gift for granted. I don’t think we truly appreciate just how special this gift is. When I see an unfamiliar foreign language as an adult, it’s a reminder of my perception of English as a child. Early in my youth I struggled with basic literature. When
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was
on my journey to literacy was my concern over my brother and sister’s ability to read and write including solving math problems. That did not really motivate not to become literate; I was extremely playful as a child. What I am able to remember is my first day of school, I cried like a baby when my mom dropped me off. I soon began to grow out of my baby stage and school became really interesting. Even though it was not as hard as it is now, the value that pushed me to be literate was how my teacher
My Literacy Journey “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.” This is a well-known quote by the famous writer, Dr. Seuss. Dr. Seuss is an incredible writer and someone who I have always loved. One of my favorite childhood books is by Dr. Seuss; it is called “Are You my Mother?” Even before I learned to read myself, this book was being read to me. Thinking back to the early years of my life, I always remember someone reading to me. Every night in my
recall in my literacy journey is the day that I learned to write. I sat in a small room adjacent to my mother as she spoke to an old friend. Struggling to situate a pencil in my hand, I listened intently to the son of my mother’s friend, Keegan. He stood, peering over my shoulder annunciating foreign sounds he referred to as letters. I tried my best to hold the pencil correctly and copy the sequence of lines that he wrote onto my piece of paper. It took several attempts, but eventually, my name stared