I would read about three to four books a week because I just loved to see the words come off of the page in my imagination. Although I found passions in other things I did miss writing. My writing stayed stagnant for most of high school. I would sometimes get a low B in English classes but others I found myself with a high C. It wasn’t until my senior year that I found a love for writing again. My senior teacher’s name was Mrs. Delph.
Jones bestseller books, interested Sofia at a young age with her first person compositions. She was intrigued with how Junie expressed herself through writing, or so she mentally conceived it was her who wrote all her books. Within a matter of weeks Sofia read all of Parks books her Intermediate School library had to give. At this point in time, she was very competitive in earning points that went to gift rewards in Accelerated Reading. Vying for reading points had her reading so much, that little did she ken how much her literacy skills were
Mrs. Garza would sit with us and we’d read different stories and that was how we improved. I was definitely an over-achiever back then when it came to school. Reading was so interesting to me. ... ... middle of paper ... ... greatest moment of achievement so far in life is graduating high school. There were days in high school that I didn’t know what my future held because I found many obstacles and didn’t know how I was going to overcome them.
Fantasize a 13 year old girl that set a challenge to herself to read 300 books in one year. Her teacher loved reading so much, that she encouraged her students to read everyday. The 13 year old girl encouraged herself to read that many books in a year. She believed that she was going to be the first one in her family to go to college. She wanted to encourage people to read more and more.
Later, when the 3rd grade was over and Summer was here, I was still sitting on my mother’s workstation reading to her and anyone else that cared to listen. In the early stages of my reading, my mom was focused on the time I spent reading and the quantity, but she was not so focused on my understanding of the words or the story that was being told through them. So, we made the switch. Now, I was reading fewer books but gaining a better understanding of the words and the meaning of them. As soon as school started again, I was passing the AR tests and even passing my friends in AR
I realized that I could be anywhere in the book. I learned how to identify myself with those characters and I tried to relate to what they were experiencing. My sister was the greatest inspiration for me to boast my interest on reading story books. I started reading 2-3 story books a day which helped me a lot to improve my reading skill, but somewhere it also played as a drawback on my reading interest that I was interested reading nothing else but just a short story books. It around grade 8-10 when I realized my strength as a writer.
My sister would read me stories from her own books and it confused my little head, considering that the level of education she was in was high for me at that time. As I think of it now, it was not a bad idea since it prepared me for a more complex learning to come ahead. My teacher taught me to write my name and simple words. 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.
As a voracious reader, she gave me the example I emulate to this day. Then, I couldn't understand how she could stand reading so much nonfiction; I preferred novels. Now I see that her reading provided the necessary tonic to life among the Orr tribe. She was also my English coach: Any time I had a paper to work on, I sketched out my draft and then she would show me how to make it coherent. All her efforts finally paid off when I received the writing award at school-she had finally taught her daughter to write!
I would start to feel anxious and nervous that I wouldn’t get into any college just because of how bad and ridiculous my essays were. After some time just sitting there and just rambling , I would finally have at least a page or page in a half to send off until I had my english teacher or mom look over it. I seemed to always get the same expression or chuckle from them. They would give me the look of “you’ve got to be kidding me.” It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, I had to constantly explain to them writing essays was not for me. The bad thing was this was how it always was for me when I wrote essays or paragraphs or even letters.
Reading also helped me in school. A little ingenuity didn't hurt, either. For example, as part of my third grade reading grade, I needed to do some independent reading. Every sixty pages in a book counted for one star of credit and in order to get an "A, " I needed fifteen stars. I was greedy and saw this as an opportunity to shine far above the rest of my classmates.