My Journey Of My Literacy Journey

My Literacy Journey

The history of my literacy as has been a long road of a frustration and learned lessons. As a child, I was a bit of a loner so reading and writing were the closest thing to a social life for me. The things that I bottled up inside came out through my writing and it became somewhat of a pass time for me. As long I could remember literacy as has been an important value for me in my life because in a very young age I got express my true self without being judged by the outside world.

For as long as I could remember I had this small blue recycling bin filled the top with books that my mother had collected for me. I would pick a book and have the nearest person to me read it to me. Eventually

She only had a tenth grade education because she had to drop out of school to support my great-grandmother, her siblings and her own daughter, so the fact that I had an intense passion for literacy was big for her. She bragged about the me immensely about how smart I was which gave me even more drive to continue on my journey to literacy.

So by the time I started school, my skills with reading and writing were more advance than the other kids and I knew that if I couldn’t be confident in a lot of things, reading and writing were one thing that I excelled in. But that confidence soon began to subside.

In elementary school, we would have an annual test that determined wheither a student can be placed in an advance or tutorial reading class, and every year I would be placed into the advance reading courses, so when it came time to take the test, I knew there wasn’t anything for me to worry about. And even though my score was one of the highest in the class, I still ended up in a reading tutorial class. I was a little taken aback by it, but it didn’t stop me from my love of reading and writing and plus I could switch out of those classes is I showed improvement. So I did my best to try and show that I didn’t need the extra help like some others did, but all my hard work went in vain and I was never able to get out of the

And by the time I got into middle school, I wasn’t as enthusiastic about literacy as a once was. I lost the drive I once had for writing and could feel my skills were wasted. My once extensive vocabulary was fading away and my daily writing time was non-exsist. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school when I began to appreciate writing again.

My assignment was to write about something that change you or was a significance in your life. By then my grandmother had passed and school wasn’t really my favorite place to be, so we I tried to pass off a phoney story about how the school changed me, my English teacher Mrs.Heartt already knew there wasn’t any feeling to it and made me do it over again. So I searched for any old paper to pass off as a story and found the story I wrote for my admission letter about my grandmother.

I was planning on dropping out of high school right before she passes and I thought it was a logical thing to do since she did it and was still successful and I didn’t really have an outlet and more, like I use to with writing. My story on how her passing made me rethink about some of the decisions I made, changed me the same way the re-reading the story made me rethink about how I abandoned my