Ayla Karau's Autobiography

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My names is Ayla Karau, i am a loving mom to my beautiful daughter Miranda, she is 9 months and a little spit fire! A few hobbies that i have include tractor pulling, mudding, and working on motors. I am attending NTC to become a Registered Nurse. One day i would like to make it into OB GYN department, to help deliver babies. The birth of a child is an amazing precious experience for a mother, and i want to be the one that puts the light into a mother's eyes by giving her a joy-full, heart warming experience when life is born.
My preschool years are a little fuzzy, but gave me a memory i’ll never forget. I was about 4 years old, me and other children would stand in a big circle while our preschool teacher read to us the book In a Cave. When …show more content…

In kindergarten we had a teacher, her name was Mrs. Vanstraten. She would spend a half hour with each kid helping them with letters, writing, and reading small base words. In first grade we were sent home with level A reading books, if we could read level a we would graduate to level B, this continued all the way thru fifth grade. I learned to read with the help of my mom. My mom was always helping me point to our words sounding out words, and even reading the book multiple times a night for practice. My mom was the one who inspired me to try harder because she believed in me, which made me believe in …show more content…

I don't read for my own pleasure any more there's a lack of time, i am a full time mom, full time employee, and a student in college. If i get time to myself i’ll read a small article out of a magazine or on Facebook, but finding time to read an adult book in my life is harder than one thinks. If i got the opportunity i would love to read about old medical equipment and treatments. It's so amazing how the medical industry has evolved from the 1800’s or even earlier. It's amazing how advanced we are and how we think of things now compared to then. I believe reading is important in any career you go into, but reading outside of school for hobby is honestly not my cup of tea. I would rather be involved in my hobbies, or playing and planning days with my daughter. When it comes to my daughter's reading skills i believe it's very important for a child to be read to in his/hers life time, and a goal book during the summer when not in school. But after a highschool if you choose to not read i don't think it's that

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