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My whole life I have never been the greatest at reading, but I have always tried to improve and push myself to do better. Reading and writing areis twoone of the needs of daily life. With that being said, you can conclude that I have always struggled. My problem was I always read too fast through the books or writing prompts, and I never remembered what I had read. But, with help I overcame my problems and started getting better at reading and writing. My struggles first started when I was in elementary school. Moving on from picture books and short stories was a big step in my life. Moving to chapter books took practice for me. During elementary school I went to go see a tutor a couple times during the week to help me out. I only went to …show more content…
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. Reading was my worst enemy in Middle school. Teachers always assigned us books or articles for research papers. My problem was that I could never get excited about reading the material. I have always been an action kind of person and the boring old history books, teachers assigned us weren’t action packed enough for my taste. So, my solution to the problem was to have my own little taste to the story but still stay on topic. I used descriptive words to make a boring scene sound more exciting. Adding this new taste to books for papers made my reading level sky rocket and made me become a better
It took me awhile, but finally I started to get faster. I read every time I got. Out loud. In the car. At recess. Eventually I even read in my head.
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
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 reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
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 as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
All I could remember 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 was able to discipline students if they didn’t give the best to their education.
I don't remember when I learned how to read. My birthday was in October, so I missed starting school the Fall I turned six. My mother was upset about that. She started pointing out words in books to me to teach me how to read. The next autumn we moved back to my parent's home state and my father knew the second grade teacher, so he visited her, explained to her that I already could read many words, and he thought I would do okay starting out in the second grade.
Growing up, I was always insecure about my academic performances because I was about a year younger than most of my classmates. My reading was underdeveloped, and my teachers were concerned about my ability to read more mature literature. To aid my reading disabilities I was placed in an intermediate class. However, the class did not push me into the level I was expected to be. In other words, they "babied" me and have me read at the "level" I was capable of. So like any other American school, they just push you along to the next grade. It wasn't until I started the fourth grade, and I was shown the power of reading independently. I used my struggles to read, as my motivation to excel in reading.
Reading always became tiresome to me. We had a reading block in class everyday. The reading block was to make us read fifteen minutes straight a day. Ms. Peshca, my seventh grade teacher, ensured that the class would read. I never read the books until we started reading The Hunger Games.
There are many different types of events that shape who we are as writers and how we view literacy. Reading and writing is viewed as a chore among a number of people because of bad experiences they had when they were first starting to read and write. In my experience reading and writing has always been something to rejoice, not renounce, and that is because I have had positive memories about them.
When I was younger, one of my favorite books was I'll love you forever. This book was very important to me because it was the first book that was ever read to me, that I actually understood. My mom read it to me practically every single night. It also made me really happy, because the story line of it was; even though you grow up, you will still be your moms little baby. Of course, when I was younger, I was like "It will be so long before I grow up, I have so many more years to come!"
Reading and books became a real struggle for me from elementary all the way to high school because I found it hard to comprehend the books that I was made to read. These books were not interesting to me and I found myself starring at pages for hours at a time and would not know or understand what I read.
I've started to do more activities and hobbies. This lead to me struggling to read on my own. I got in tenth grade english for my second semester and I have to read for the class. I found some down time like weekends and during school. I’ve started to pick it back up since I was forced again in my
As a young girl, i've found it harder to read than it is for others. I was never a fan of reading or anything that had to do with reading. I never found books interesting or I never understood them as a child Remembering my early reading life, I never really liked reading, I remember my mom would always try to get me to sit down in one corner of my couch and get me to read, then I would run around the house crying and would hide on a shelve in my closet so she wouldn’t find me, but everytime I hid up there she ended up finding me. I would go downstairs and sit on the couch with my mom and she would read to me
Reading has never been my strong suit and it still is not to this day. Being a first generation American made speaking the English language difficult, due to the lack of help my parents could provided. Speaking only English in school and afterwards coming home to a household that only spoke Spanish made learning English difficult. No one was around to help me read when it came to doing my reading homework, again because no one understood the language. I have always struggled in English class up until high school when a teacher hurt my feelings in a way I could never forget.
Reading wasn’t just something I didn’t do anymore, but something that I learned to resent. The passages continued to become more and more complex while my reading level became stagnant. However, when seventh grade came around, I had an English teacher who was incredibly passionate about reading. Despite this, she understood most of my class did not feel the same way. She would go on to find books that would spark our interest. These selections would include The Hunger Games, Riding the Flume, and Old Yeller. My class, to my fortune, would choose The Hunger Games as our book for daily class readings. Our class would then go on to read snippets of the book on a daily basis in hopes that it would inspire us to want to read on our own. For me, it was a success. The snippets weren’t enough for me. I started to read it on my own during free time in class. I then started reading it in all of my classes, and eventually during any free time I had at home. The book turned into the entire series. Page by page, I became a reader again. I would pick up any book that my teacher would suggest to