Going back to my fourth and fifth grade years, I can honestly tell you that I was one of those kids that needed extra help when it came to reading, writing, and comprehending. My family and I moved to the biggest city that ever lived in which is Cleveland, Ohio and I just started a new school year. (It actually wasn’t that bad either now that I actually realize that I made a lot of friends. I was getting used to the new suburban area around me.RUN_ON) Later on in the school year, my teachers were worried about my reading and writing skills, so one day it was parent-teacher conferences and my teacher was informing my mother that I needed extra help with those skills. I was a good student, but when it came to popcorn reading, spelling words, …show more content…
When I started high school, I never liked to read or write at all. I just thought it was boring and a waste of my time. Most of the teachers in the high school pretty much knew about me because I was athletic and extremely involved in sports. My grades were always fine during basketball season because I wanted to play the whole season. I went to tutoring when I was supposed to. It really felt good. Then it finally smacked me in the face in the beginning of track season my freshman year, I was ineligible. I was so hurt that I did my self like that. I learned that I can’t always do everything. My English teacher, Mrs. Stubbs was a great influence in my life in high school. She is the main reason why I’m still motivated and dedicated to the goals I want to achieve in my life. She would tell me all the time that there are other people out there that still have trouble with these skills just like you do, you just have to take time and actually learn …show more content…
Senior year was my year to make something happen like getting a 3.0 or something like that. Since I tore my ligaments, it was going to take me a lot to catch up. I realized that reading is very important for me and my future. Yes I got bored with books and reading along the way, but it really paid off. I did what I was supposed to at the end of my senior year and graduated. All of my teachers didn’t give up on me and I made progress along the way. It hit me like a bag of rocks, more than I can ever imagine after I graduated from high school and went to college that reading is very important. I had suck it up and tell myself that I need to read more and discipline to write as well. There was so much reading I didn’t even know where to start. When I first came to Sinclair, I thought it was going to be easy and it was, sort of. Being in the position that I was in made me realize that being a student is very important and that reading and writing is very important, and this is without being involved with
I had a difficult time learning in school. I became a few years behind my grade level and my parents considered having me repeat a grade. My learning support teacher worked with me one on one for months and taught me how to study and work hard. I continued working hard and started getting better grades, and soon I became top of my class. I kept studying and strived to get the best possible grades throughout middle school and high school. I looked to challenge myself and took advanced placement classes. I don’t think I would have worked hard in high school, if I had not struggled earlier on, I would most likely be on a completely different life
There were many people throughout my childhood that help me to read, and write. However, my teachers, mom, and dad were all responsible for teaching me “how” to read and write. For example, in pre-kindergarten, I learned my alphabet, colors, shapes, numbers, and to follow instructions. Once I learned the above items, I returned home with homework. My mom and dad would help me with my homework, and structure activities around my learning. My mom and dad would encourage me to read because they believed it was very important. In addition, my mom would often read to me before I go to bed reinforce my learning. The readings before I go to be very instrumental in my learning.
Growing up I have never found myself a connoisseur of reading, writing, or just the subject of English. Matter of fact I could consider my appeal to be quiet irritated at the matter altogether. It was not something I had found any solace or escape in. Going through school like every other student, I’m forced to take it. I have had to write paper after paper, every time the same effect happens to me. I can’t seem to find the words that are requested of me to put down on paper. I have a problem explaining the things that run through my head. Its better if I just get my hands in it and take care of it myself. That is one of the problems with writing is that you cannot put you hand on it; it is verbal, it is inspirational,
When I first got out of school, I had time to read. But as I got older the more I worked and the harder it got for me to get into a good book. When I did find a book I could get into I had a hard time with the bigger words, from reading to understanding them. Over time I got a little better at understanding and using the words around them to figure out what they meant. I still have those obstacles, but I am working through them to better my reading.
Moving to middle school was a big step and responsibility. Going from reading chapter books to nonfiction stories or even school textbooks for research papers changed my life. In 6th grade I was a decent writer, but still not the best that I could be. Anytime that I wasn’t doing homework for other classes, I was trying to get better at writing. I wrote stories in my journal at home and showed my parents ask what they thought. They both said that they were great stories, but that I could improve on my vocabulary and sentence structure. With my parents giving me advice I changed the words to be more complex, and it helped my writing improved extremely.
Senior year. The year known for its “lasts” of everything and the start of one 's adulthood. It’s also a busy part of life- college applications, college acceptance, graduation, and even get to know what the terminal disease “senioritis” feels like. Senior year is the last year that I will get the chance to cheer on the football team every Friday night, running track every Thursday, as well as seeing my favorite teachers on a day to day basis. This year is my year, the year that is going to change everything that I have ever known. Senior year is the year that will impact myself, my friends, my family, as well as everyone that surrounds me. It will be the year of change.
Since I'm coming to an end in my middle school years in a few months, I feel obligated to make a guide to help you youngsters transition to middle school, and even help people who are already in middle school, struggling! Hopefully these tips will help you in your three years of Hell on Earth.
Children confront many transitions throughout their lifetime that can be stressful. They face their first transition from home to school, elementary to middle school, middle to high school, and high school to college or work (Schumacher, 1998). However, the transition from elementary to middle school seems to be harder for adolescents due to the personal changes of puberty. Research suggests that roles, expectations, and responsibilities are the primary concerns of students (Akos, 2002). In order to make this transition easier, programs such as “blocking, shadowing, or buddies” need to be implemented the year preceding middle school and continue through the first year of transition.
To some students, senior year means parties, prom, graduation, and senior week but my focus is mainly to accomplish these three things: make it to playoffs for field hockey, receive honor roll as much as I possibly can, and simply make the most of my last year in high school. Senior year is the last year you spend with all the friends you have grown up with. I believe that senior year is the most important year of high school because it is your last “free” year. After senior year you either head onto college, start a career in the work force, or enlist in the military. You are no longer viewed as a child and are on your way to starting adulthood. Senior year helps to determine where you will go in life and how successful you could be.
As I went through high school there were a number of individuals who often made remarks about how my brother is a better reader and writer than I am. There is no denying that my brother is in fact a good reader and writer. As a result my sophomore year of high school was the turning point for me in writing. I really enjoyed my English class and I really like my English teacher. Because of all of the remarks about how my brother was better than me I looked at it as motivation to do better and improve my skills and I developed the desire to achieve success in the class. I began to work exceedingly hard by spending countless hours studying and reading carefully over the assignments. My outpouring desire to do well continued up through my senior year of high school I discovered enjoyment in reading and writing again in my English classes and the teachers taught the classes in a way that I found very gratifying. For example senior year my teacher connected the Star Wars series with various literary concepts. By the conclusion of my senior year I was awarded by my English teachers the outstanding senior award in English. Although I still do not often read for enjoyment I do not look at reading and writing as such of a burden anymore. My attitude towards reading and writing has drastically changed a number of times throughout my
I have very few 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 help and positive attitude towards my education, the school systems I have been a part of, and the horrible required essays from high school helped obtain the level, skills, habits, and processes that I use as part of my literacy
A few years passed by and I started to gain confidence in my reading. I would go through my father’s newspaper and read, though I stammered reading word by word. Whenever a bill was brought, I cried to read it to them, and I was allowed to read though they really had to wait for some time before the information was passed fully for them to understand (Richter 18). In my class, each of the pupils was given a paragraph to read and it was supposed to be read out loudly. I was among the pupils who were rated to be average, and seeing some pupils performing poorer than I ...
Oh how I hated reading writing. Learning how to read and write I think would have been an exciting experience for most. For me I hated reading and writing, no matter how much of a smile it put on my mothers’ face. Reading felt like and still feels like punishment to me. I mean seriously; I am thirty-seven years old and, I am still writing papers for a class I already took and passed with a ( B) plus average. On top of that this class would be added to the debt I am currently paying for. Now tell me that’s not punishment. Every year I had to take a city board test. I remember my teacher telling my mother I was in the lowest percentile. Since then I was forced to spend hours reading and writing from a popular learning book called “Hooked
Going to school can teach you many things, even more than you can imagine. Who would know that in school you could actually learn a whole new vocabulary? This never seen before vocabulary will only come out in writing and besides that will be hidden deep among the depths of your subconscious. Truly, school can teach you more than just random information. Schooling has a huge affect on language you use in a daily basis. The only place where I was ever taught that the way in which I spoke was wrong. When I look back at the time consuming vocabulary work and the never-ending readings, I now realize how I benefited from them. I may not me the best writer, but I do have a plethora of words to share. Where do you think you learned that you’re not doing good you’re doing well, and who taught you that a coma should be placed here, or that you shouldn’t end a sentence with a preposition, without these helpful teachings I don’t know where we would be at.
As a teenager I was an avid reader and excelled academically until I was in the ninth grade when I conceded to peer pressure and took a turn for the worse. I became lackadaisical and nonchalant, and little by grades fell. When I took my mid-term examinations in the ninth grade my report card was so poor that my mother had to be called in to collect it and have a parent-teacher session to discuss