Everyone has certain connections and feelings that revolve around reading, writing, and communication. One is either excited by reading a book for their English class or dreads it. While writing an essay moves some to be stressed out, it also moves some to have a reason to express themselves. A few people do great with speeches. Others have nervous breakdowns by just the thought of speeches. Basically, everyone feels differently towards each of these as it affects them inversely. I, myself, was affected in some way. Writing gives me anxiety, speeches make me precarious, and reading pacifies me. With that being said, it’s obvious that reading has played the biggest role in helping me become the literate person I am today..
My love for reading came about in my elementary school days. I went through a short period where I felt like I didn’t fit in with any of the other students. I was never skillful at socializing or playing games. I only had a couple of friends and still was lost. Most of the time, I felt like I was alone. I thought no one else could possibly understand or even begin to understand. Was I right? I actually was not. I just didn’t realize this until I understood my vast affection for books and how they made an impact on my life.
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However, I remember looking forward to the designated day of the week that my class would visit the library. The librarian, Mrs. Michael, was not the typical librarian. She didn’t “shush” you or wear glasses. She was younger and wore vibrant outfits. She kept the library clean yet fun looking. Actually, that’s one feature that I loved about the library. It looked like a new world in itself. The walls had different paintings on it from trees deep in the jungle to reefs up under the sea. It was like an adventure waiting for me to explore. So naturally, I’d be drawn in towards
In the library she would alternate what types of books they would read. Whenever she would read to him she would read in a way that made you cling to every word the author wrote. In times like these, Rodriguez would become engaged in these books. “I sat there and sensed for the very first time some possibility of fellowship between reader and writer, a communication, never intimate like that I heard spoken words at home convey, but nonetheless personal.” (Rodriguez 228). During this part of Rodriguez’s life, his view towards books changed.
Ever since I was a child, I've never liked reading. Every time I was told to read, I would just sleep or do something else instead. In "A Love Affair with Books" by Bernadete Piassa tells a story about her passion for reading books. Piassa demonstrates how reading books has influenced her life. Reading her story has given me a different perspective on books. It has showed me that not only are they words written on paper, they are also feelings and expressions.
I can remember like it was yesterday that I had a passion to read. Learning new words and reading new books excited me as a teen. It all started when I was in ninth grade. I wasn’t your typical fourteen-year old child reading children library books. I loved reading the young adult books. My favorite author was Ellen Hopkins. She wrote most of her novels about teens struggling with substance, abuse, feelings, sexuality, etc. I didn’t go through the problems like the teens in the books, but the stories made me think a whole new perspective in the teen world. I felt like the young adult books gave me meaning and the hard, cold truth about the world so that’s why I liked
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.
Throughout school reading and writing has impacted me greatly in many ways. Being an advanced reader at a young age made it possibly to set myself apart from other students and shine brightly in areas that others could not. It also has helped to change my perspective on things in life, when reading about true events happening
Although reading had always come naturally to me (I scored an 800 on the reading portion of the SAT), I used to inform others that I would rather have someone else do the writing for me, as I was happy simply reading. Unfortunately, that cute line did little to alleviate my writing assignments in school, and so I accepted the necessity of writing, without falling in love with it. During my junior year, I began to truly understand that while reading was my passion, writing was a skill, one that would become even more important to me as I grew. The importance of writing, to me, can be summed in a single word: communication. Writing, in its most basic form, is the distillation of ideas into a format whereby others can come to understand those ideas. Personally, my life “plan” is to become a wife, a mother, and an English teacher. In each of these facets, communication is vital, integral to the role. Although I don’t anticipate writing five-paragraph essays to my children every day, the skill of effective communication taught through writing can only improve my own ability to share my ideas.
Many kids enjoy reading from a young age. That could be because they discovered reading from a young age. Their parents could’ve read them bedtime stories, or taken them to the library a whole bunch. Or maybe they watched a television show that expresses the fun kids can have reading books and exploring their imagination. Through all of that I still found myself to not enjoy books as much as other people. My sister was the complete opposite of me. She loved reading books. She read so many books I didn’t get how she did it. She enjoyed the mysterious thrill books, and her favorite author was Mary Downing Hahn. My sister had tons of her books and still does to this day just sitting on her book shelf. To this day my sister and I don’t share too many differences when it comes to likes, dislikes, and personality. But when it came to reading we had distinctions.
A large portion of my education came about through my reading. I learned history through devouring historical fiction. Absorbing the words of each text I read allowed me to top my class in grammar, spelling, and punctuation. I was able to learn many of my school subjects in a fun and intrinsically motivating way. Additionally, as an introvert, I acquired much of my social skills by reading about interactions with people. I gained an understanding of different cultures and various personality types in a way that many of my peers who were not readers were not able to do. Furthermore, reading provides a constructive outlet for a break. Reading develops the imagination and gives people a chance to “travel” to both real and imaginary places.
I have always searched for greater meaning in my life. I am perpetually anxious and bored. As a child, I found that reading took me out of my life and into lives I wanted to live. My fear of mediocrity nips at my heels and sends me running. Running leads to stumbling, and when I hit the ground the only way to rid myself of the shame is by writing. I must write like an addict must use. There is no high, I just get well. At an early age, I concluded that I was missing something vital, something that weighed enough to keep me grounded. The realization that I was deeply flawed took me on many paths that left me with more questions than answers. I became fearful that I would live out the rest of my life directionless. I was looking for something
Reading, running to the public library, and swapping out books before the library closed at 5 o’clock on Sundays were memories of my childhood that I fondly recall. Whether depicting the ingenious ploys of Harry Potter or Frodo’s perilous journey up the Stairs of Cirith Ungol, reading has encouraged me to live vibrantly and to search for my own adventures. Every moment of respite was an opportunity to read the next chapter, and although I could not understand my love of books, I always read, gobbling up fiction and kid-friendly encyclopedias like a hog with a bottomless stomach.
Writing is very impactive on my life.I think like this because I really enjoy to write,I think this because if you set your mind to it you could make a piece that could make a change in people's life and change their perspective about life.Writing is also super fun to do sometimes I feel like Iam typing for a million years.
Words are the strongest tool people possess; one word can create a thousand emotions, while one sentence can carry someone through the world, and that is where I become the person I want to be. I am extremely shy and boring by nature; I am the person who sits so quietly in the classroom that the teacher forgets I am even apart of his or her class. However, books give me the chance to live outside my comfort zone and adventure to places I never thought imaginable. A brand new hardback brings me the kind of bliss that an Olympian receives after winning his first gold metal; nothing compares to the feeling of excitement I get when I brush my fingers across the cover, and open up the book for the smell of paper that fills my nose, as I fan the pages. Reading transports me to places that my feet cannot travel and gives me a chance to escape my troubles for a few hours, which is why I do not understand how the appeal is fading. One book can teach me patience, expand my knowledge, and take me on an adventure of a lifetime, yet I never have to leave the comfort of my room.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are. Picking up a book is like picking up a world that is waiting to be explored. Whether fiction or fact they can take you away with them, engulf you and make you apart of their environment. They can scare the wits out of you, make you cry, make you laugh, the more pages you read the harder it is to shut the book. Every book is a great adventure. Within the pages lie stories untold, places never ventured and new people to meet. No book is alike, no story the same.
Reading and writing have been an important aspect in my life ever since I was little. As I grew up, the reasons why reading and writing influenced me, changed, and developed over the years. Today, reading and writing impacts me differently than it has before. Of course, the effect that words can have on a person is different for everybody but my story is all about family. Writing and reading helped me communicate and express my feeling in so many ways that I could not have imagined!
Reading is a fun way to learn new things. It opens a window into another world, whether it be fantasy or reality. It develops your brain and helps you become knowledgeable in various subjects. Not only does it help you become a better student, but it makes you a better person because you will learn life lessons from characters you will meet inside the pages of a book.