“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn the more places you'll go.” ― Dr. Seuss, I Can Read With My Eyes Shut! Since I can remember, I have always been a curios child. From annoying my dad with question like why is the sky blue? How was the Sun created? Why is the water blue? I have always wanted to learn more, why I am so curios is a mystery to even me it’s just happened. I keep annoying my dad until one day he finally had enough and told me he would teach me how to read so I could look the answer to my question by myself. The first book I ever pick up was name Nacho libro inicial de lectura, which translate to Nacho initial reading book. My dad told me when he was in school he learn with this book and I will also learn from it. …show more content…
My dad told me to copy each letter twenty times and to copy the word next to the letter, I remember thinking ‘’what’s the point? Can he just answer my questions instead of teaching me how to read? Am I ever gonna be done?’’ However after many months I had finally learned the alphabet. It’s was finally time to read my first book. Junie B. Jones y el autobus tonto y apestoso By Barbara Park which translates to Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus. The story followed a young named Junie B. Jones, and her experience riding a school bus for the first time. I could relate a lot with this story because I was still new to riding the school bus too. After a bit, I started reading any books that look interesting to me. One of my most memorable moments was during elementary school. I attended L.A Morgon elementary school, at the end of every school year we had a little festive inside the
Jones is a series written by Barbara Park. The main character that the series focuses around is Junie B. Jones. Junie B. Jones starts the series with her starting her first day of kindergarten. She is an outspoken little girl who has a lot to say about everything going on around her. She often makes mistakes but she typically has an adult there to help with the problem and realize that the problem is not as bad as it seems. I first found this series in a book fair when I was in elementary school. I picked it because the title of the first book in the series, Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, made me laugh. This book has helped me to realize that not all problems are as bad as they seem to be in the
Junie B Jones and The Stupid Smelly Bus is a hilarious book. It is about a little girl 5 or 6 years old going to school for the first time. Her mom told her teacher that she needs to ride the bus and when she got on the bus there where kids that she didn’t like because they took her seat and she wanted to sit with her best friend named Sarah. The next day Junie didn’t want to get on the bus to go home so she made a terrible mistake. She hid in school; she hid everywhere in her classroom-- under the desk, in the janitors closet, and other places.
One day everything changed. My new teacher told everyone to line up. I followed at the end of the line to a place right down the hallway where I discovered my lifeline for third grade. The library. I had always loved reading little books and getting read to ,but I had never gotten to check out a book in my own name. I was ecstatic. I found a book that interested me. “Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus.” I immediately checked it out and took it home I couldn’t wait to read it. Little did I know I would have trouble and it was a lot harder than I thought.
Once I took the book home, I began to really like it, and wanted to learn how to read it. My reading wasn't the best during these times. I would get my mom, dad, aunt, grandma, or just anyone who would agree to help me read it, or read it to me.
“One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.” These were the words from one of the greatest authors of all time, Dr. Seuss, that sprouted the enjoyment of reading. I was a young lad when I first started looking at words, and although I could not understand them, I knew they had some significant meaning to them. Reading played a huge role in my life, and it all started when my mom read books to me as a baby, when I first read a book for myself, and, of course, when I was required to read at school.
Once upon a time, in a cabin far away, it was Halloween night October 31st 1973. A group of friends decided to go to a cabin in the woods to celebrate their favorite holiday together. Busses packed full of people were going to the party that me and Skyler had planned. We invited almost the whole school. Finally after hours of searching for our final destination we arrived. Skyler and I were the first to be at that raggedy torn down cabin. We brought the lights and the beers and the snacks , we spent hours and hours of decorating and setting up finally Andy showed up to help with all the heavy work.
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
For the first six years of my life, I was a boy who savored going to school and seeing all of my friends. Then one day in first grade, during English class, that all changed thanks to a time were we had to read out loud. This day scared me for a while, and caused a fear in me that I wouldn’t let go of for about another eight years. Let me tell you first off, I was not at all the same person in first grade as I am today. For one thing, I was totally inconsiderate to any understanding of the reading system. I am writing about this event for the sole reason that it has changed the way I have live my life up to these recent years. Now that all of that is out of the way, I will continue with a story about a boy who overcame a reading and writing disability and turned it into motivation.
I can remember traveling to my grandparents’ house for Thanksgiving, I would become so excited the week leading up to the holiday because I was finally able to see my aunts and grandparents all at the same time. We stayed the entire Thanksgiving break at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. On Thanksgiving morning, we would wake up early to watch the Macy’s Day Parade all of us, girls and kids, still in our pajamas cuddle on the floor in front of the tv. Eventually, my mom, Grandma, Aunt Lindsey, and Aunt Elexa would get up to start
I can honestly say when I saw the title of this course, I was nervous. I have never been a strong writer and haven't completed college level anything since 1999. One of the most important things I have learned from this course is to proof-read out loud what you have written. When you do this, you will often catch grammatical and/or wording issues you would haven't caught if you had just typed directly into the text box. My mistake was "My favorite television show at the moments (moment) is Game of Thrones". This would have been caught if I had read this out loud. It was spelled correctly; however, was not used correctly in the sentence.
When I was five years old we had a family reunion in West Virginia at a cousin’s house in the mountains. We all gathered in the backyard where the kids were running around and having fun. They had a tire swing that swung right over and a river running beside the yard. I didn’t have a swim suit,
I also remember as young girl learning how to read and my favorite book that I could quote word for word was “Green Eggs and Ham” by Dr.Suess. I loved that book so much I still have that today. As I got older my love for reading and books started to diminish, I went to a private school for my elementary years and their curriculum was very intense. It was required to read a book from their approved list and complete a book report each summer before the school year began. Not to mention the numerous books reports I would have to complete during the school. At an early age books and reading was something I had to do and not what I wanted to do.
That was my outlook on reading in middle school, and it was similar in elementary school.
My most memorable Christmas is one from my past. I was about six years old. I clearly remember sitting in class on the last day of school before Christmas vacation anticipating the bell to ring and signify that the classes were finally over. As the bell rang, I ran out of that class, and once I got home I was ready in an instant to leave for my grandmother’s where I would spend my holidays. It was a two hour drive to my grandmother’s house. I was very impatient throughout the entire drive. I couldn’t wait to see my grandma, my cousin, and my aunts. To make things better, however, snow started to fall filling me with hopes of a snowball fight the next day.
My parents instilled a passion for reading in me even as a toddler; years later, an excellent,