"Can you teach me how to read this book big sister?" As I was walking through the laundry room door into my lukewarm, sweet smelling, and earsplitting house that is when I hear my five year old brother, Joshua, asking me from the kitchen to teach him how to read a new book he just received from his school. Feeling really worn-out from a hard day of tennis practice and an extensive day of school. I enter the kitchen and saw my mom was making dinner, she overheard him ask me and looked over at me and told me to teach him and help him for a slim time, waiting for dinner to be done. Rolling my eyes as well as giving attitude and wanted to say no, but I took a breath and did it anyways. I grasped his cute petite hand, in addition to the new book …show more content…
I told him to read the title again and he read it well, then it was the first page and he sounded out the word “the” and he got it. Next was the word “monster” he was sounding it out but he wasn’t getting it, so I took a deep breath and I told him to look at the picture. He said it was a monster so we looked at the word again sounded it out and he got it! He put the book down and got up and squeezed me so tight and he told me “Thank you Megan!” I gave him a hug and told him, “You're welcome.” I got the book again and we kept reading the book till the end. I was so proud of him at the end of the book I told him, “I always will help you and teach you if you ask me!” He said, “Thank you and I will do that.” Now from time to time I watch him read books on his own and I see how smart he has become and I see that he doesn’t go out and play anymore. I always tell him, “Go out and play I know you are tired of reading the same books.” Some of the books are getting too easy for him. He needs to start reading longer books.I tell him to sometimes go play with playdough or his nerf guns because he will get tired of reading. I tell him that when he is my age he’ll hate reading. So for now to take it easy and have some fun, because soon reading will not be fun, it will be torture. He is now back to being a normal five year old who just plays with playdough and shoot nerf
The book opens with a squad of soldiers running a tactical control point just outside of a village called Yusufiyah. They are approached when a man Abu Muhammad had found his cousins family brutally murdered not too far off. Sgt. Tony Yribe and 3 others went to go investigate it. Although it was a terrible scene Sgt. Yribe had just assumed that it was like most other situations in Iraq in that the family was a victim of Iraqis attacking other Iraqis. The one thing that bothered him was that there was a shotgun shell and Iraqis do not normally use shotguns.
There are many important issues mention the the book Deaf Again. The book talked about thing beyond disabilities. People tend to judge others who are not similar to them or their ideal image of normal. The overall need for communication is the major topic that is stressed in the text. The foundation of a relationship is built off of the strength of communication so being able to communicate with all is a very important aspect of life. His parents dealt with the struggles with Mark as he grew up.
Krik? Krak!, a novel comprised of nine short stories, all of which capture both the brutalities and high standards of Haitian life and history. Edwidge Danticat, the author of the novel, did an outstanding job engulfing readers in Haitian culture through the characters she created. By putting her characters in challenging and tough situations, she displayed a vivid background in which the stories took place. In Krik? Krak!, Danticat mentions historical events and writes about symbols that hold a special significance with Haiti. By learning the background of these historical events and symbols, readers can better understand and appreciate the context of the book.
One day a few kids were walking down the road so I thought it would be cool if I told him to jump into a river, I even knew that he could swim, so he did. When he started to drown I realized that he could die so I jumped in and got him out. He forgot that I told him to do it and was thanking me for saving him.
The novel Makes Me Wanna Holler discusses the problems of the black Americans from an insider’s prospective. When I say black Americans, I mean from the cultural issues, fatherhood, family, and how blacks working class families are anything, but lazy. Nathan recalls his troubled childhood, rehabilitation while in prison, and his success with the Washington Post. The novel helped me understand the mindset of black males and why some choose to be affiliated with gangs. Additionally, I learned that bouncing back from a hardship time help you regain strength because Nathan went threw a lot. However, I did not relate to the novel, but I understood the concept of it. The title of this book speaks out loud about the inner struggle that he encounter.
Alejandro is a four-year-old child who attends kindergartner in a school in the Bronx. There is one book, which he loves to read and always carries with him in his book bag when he comes to visit. Due to the barrier of language between Alejandro and his mother whom only speaks Spanish he does not get the opportunity to read books in English with his mother. Alphabet Trucks by Samantha R. Vamos introduces the reader to different types of trucks while learning the alphabet at the same time. During our time together we read the book and incorporated the PEER sequence strategy, which involves and encourages the child to read. I began by reading the title and the author of the book, which Alejandro repeated with me. I then turned the book to the
Preschoolers love to hear stories. Read to them loudly for four or five minutes. Carefully choose stories which can arouse interest in the minds of preschooler, so that he/she should insist on hearing the rest of the story. Small pictorial stories about natural phenomenon like rain, solar system, funny detective stories and animal stories can be used. Read continuously for a few minutes, carefully stop at that point where preschooler’s inquisitiveness will be aroused and then give them some time to relax. Wait till they request to hear the rest. Initially allow preschoolers to interrupt your reading with their own questions but slowly decrease the number of questions that can be asked in each session. Encourage them to ask questions at the end of each session. Don’t plan sessions longer than 5 minutes. Gradually, increase the time period of ea...
The Evidence: This page contains a panel sequence that relates to Vladek’s time as a prisoner of war. It begins with a German commander announcing that those who have been captured will assist in carrying dead and wounded German soldiers to Red Cross trucks. Here, Valdek is questioned of his whereabouts by two soldiers which he answers by leading them to the soldier he killed prior to being captured. This ends with Valdek coming face to face with the soldier and his remark, “And I said to myself: ‘Well, at least I did something.’”
My brother and I had our own rooms at the time. He was eight and I was eleven. We live in a cozy three bedrooms house. One day our parents asked us to come into the living room. There were two bags on the couch and they told us to see what’s inside. Inside were delicious jelly beans and a black shirt. I unfolded the shirt and in big blue letters it said Big Brother. Then my brother unfolded his and it said the same thing. We both stared at our mom and realized she was pregnant. We were so excited, and later we find out it’s a boy. Our parents also told us that we would have to share a room, and we were fine with that.
Cody has demonstrated that he is able to learn. He has picked up many science concepts from listening to stories. According to the psychologist his IQ has been identified in the low average range. Books appear to be natural reinforces for Cody. He would enjoy being able to read to himself. It is f...
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
It was three weeks before Christmas when my little sister Emily barged into my room. I was busy preparing gifts for the holidays and also was listening to music. I took an earbud out to listen to what she had to say, but I still was not facing her. She then asked if Santa was real. In my busy state of mind, I nonchalantly said yes and urged her out of my room so I could finish what I was doing. At the time, I did not think much about my response.
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
When I was around 8 years old, me and my sister a huge argument about us going somewhere(I don’t exactly remember the two places) and we both didn’t like where eachother wanted to go, so we were screaming throughout the whole entire house.This was not what we needed to be doing because as a kid, you always want something that your sibling doesn’t want to do. My parents were outside working on something in the garage when all of this was going down, so they were not able to hear us arguing and fighting. As we were arguing, my sister goes storming off to her room and starts to scream and that’s is when my parents heard the sound of the scream and came inside and see what happened. My parents heard my sister crying and knew that she as either very angry or upset so I knew they were going to talk to me first, but they wouldn’t be happy. My
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."