My Experience On Reading: My Fear Of Reading

When I first learned to read I was in pre-school and kindergarten. My teacher would assign my peers and I reading groups and we would each take turns reading. Unfortunately, I struggled a lot with reading. I would be terrified when they called my name to read. I would make excuses such as, “I have to use the restroom” or “I have a sour throat and I was told not to talk a lot that day.” Keep in mind that I was in kindergarten and already making up these lies to stay away from reading. It didn’t take long for my teacher to notice that I was only feeling sick when it was time to get into our reading groups. She told me that I must start participating or I would get a note sent home. I decided to tell my grandma about my fear of reading. I knew my grandmother wouldn’t be upset with her granddaughter for “not participating.” After I told my grandmother about my “negative attitude towards reading,” she took it upon herself to help me. She started taking my sister and I to our city library. When we got there she would tell me to pick out any book that looked interesting to me. When I read she made me write down the words that I didn’t understand or couldn’t read. She would make me look them up and break them down so the words weren’t that big. Not long after, I felt more confident about reading. My teacher noticed

My House, English and Poetry teacher Mrs. Fletcher, inspired me to continue writing after high school. I even was on a poetry team for a while. We would perform at events and small venues. Due to my influences from poetry I have become a very sentimental writer. Before I actually start writing I think about what I am trying to say and write down the main points. After that I try to find connections between the main points and relate back to the main topic. I also find that I produce better work when I have time to look over my