The Journey Imagine one minute blazing hot about ninety-eight degrees to a cool calm breeze, that’s here in the Sunshine State. Seventeen years of living in this state has been an abundance of life changing events. It was my first day in junior high school, every dramatic parents crying with their son or daughter. Starting from the first day you have a load of classes like math, science, social studies, gym, and sadly reading. Ever since I started school reading hasn’t been my favorite. Thick paragraphs of words trying to create a meaning didn’t mean anything to me. My reading teachers have always told me “Reading is fundamental” and in my head I were always like “blah blah can we talk about something more interesting”. You know when your …show more content…
teachers ask you want you want to be in life? I would never say something that would have to deal with lots of reading. The teacher I had that year for reading was a gingerbread brown skin tone, with jet black maybe about 2 inches of hair, and pearly white straight teeth, Mr. Williams was he name. He was very nice till he assigned the class with an assignment of picking up any book at our local library. Someday on the weekend I went to a library and pick up a random book. It was a yellow hardcover book that had the title Pretty Little Liars in a hot pink cursive like lettering. I had mainly gotten that book because as a young child color was more attractive then the font and what it was saying. I honestly wasn’t going to actually read the book but Mr.
Williams also instead we also write a page of what we read, so a summary. The first page of the book wasn’t intriguing at all but I had to try to at least read two pages to write enough so I sucked it up and continue reading. When I wrote my summary I already knew I wasn’t going to be good and Mr. Williams explain it to me when he said “I am giving this to you because I know you can do better and because any career field you are trying to look into you are going to read.”, then he just handed me a D paper. I have never received any grade lower than a B on my assignments; so to received that grade I was highly frustrated and angry. The frustration and anger I have built up made me cry salty tears throughout the whole night when I arrived …show more content…
home. The next day Mr. Williams assigned the same assignment just with addition of a picture to what we read about. Instead of just skipping the first chapter and go to the second I just started from the very beginning. Actually reading both of the chapter intrigued me into read more, the curiosity spreading through my whole body like an Oakland Wildfire. Aria, Spencer, Hanna, Emily, and Alison were all a group of best friends who attend high school in Rosewood. One day at a sleep over Alison goes missing for two years and is not found so she is presuming dead. Alison was the blonde who thought she was above everybody and also most popular.
Aria is free spirit of the group with brunette hair, brown eyes who moved to Finland because of the death until recently moving back to Rosewood. Spencer is the uptight one who always worrying about her grades and who also has brunette hair and brown eyes. Hanna is also blonde who struggled with weight issues and is also called Alison’s mini me. Emily is the athlete of the pack who likes girls and has blackish brown hair with brown eyes. When all of the girls come into town they all received a text message from their best friend who is dead about getting their secrets
expose. The question of who were sending the girls this message and how cruel someone can be to do that was the first couple of questions running through my mind. Writing a page about what I had read before was not easy but now I was learning it isn’t hard if I am actually reading the book, and it can help with finding more to write about. About a month into reading the book Pretty Little Lairs I became more obsessed with reading about the character and what they are going through I ask my mother purchased the whole book series. During this same year the television show premiered early on but I wasn’t interested in going to watch it. The second book persuaded me to watch the television show because of the amount of drama going on in the book had to meet my vision. When I watched the show it was like a cake being built. The buildup of the suspense, tension, and drama was just like a cake with multiple tiers. The visional of the drama and reenactment of how the girls were in the book actually feed my mind with excitement like feeding a crying baby milk. Since that happened I would always first read the book then watch the show for my satisfaction. A year ago from this year I finished the whole series of Pretty Little Lair books by Sara Sheard
I have always set big goals, and had even bigger dreams. However, these dreams aren’t like those of some of my classmates such as becoming a movie star or a famous soccer player, but ones of curing cancer and providing the world with answers to scientific phenomena. Should the Gatton Academy provide me the chance to take the next step toward fulfilling these dreams, very little would prevent me from attending.
With its uncurling spiral and soft, tattered pages, to most, it was just a worn-out seventy-five cent notebook from Wal-Mart.
At the start of the semester, my oblivious state of nature associating with the Chinese culture reached an unacceptable level. Implementing a necessary change, I decided to educate myself on different cultures starting with China. I failed to ponder that such a rich, deep culture existed outside America. Encompassed by this country’s unique yet suffocating melting pot culture, my outlook believed ideas such as uniformity between American Chinese food and Authentic Chinese food. After this course, my bigot perspective widened as I witnessed diversity in the world. Before this class, when I thought of Chinese food, my connotation jumped to thoughts associated with chop suey, but as I progressed my education, my mindset gradually pondered foods like steamed buns or “New Year Cakes” with authentic Chinese food.
Overall, teachers need to take into account all six critical areas of reading when teaching. No matter the subject or time constraints, teachers need to incorporate all areas into the curriculum. Reading is a complex process. If a student does not know to read, a student will never to be able to achieve their best. When using all six areas teachers are using a balanced literacy approach and create greater success for students to succeed in reading and writing.
Theses quotes might be said once or many times in one’s teen life. Complaining about parents is one of the conversation topics among the peers. Sometimes teens feel like adults do not aware of their opinions anymore. Moreover, arguments among the family could ruin the relationship if members do not know how to deal with it. I learned how to solve problems through these conflicts and became more mature.
College Admissions Essay If someone asked me where I am going to be in ten years, this would be my answer. I have a great, high-paying job, and beautiful wife and family, and a nice sports car parked in front of my lovely house. When I look into the future, I see myself being successful and happy. Even though I always pictured myself this way, I never worried too much about how I would get there.
The college education that I am seeking goes beyond credentials in that it must first and foremost enrich my mind and spirit, and support my belief in continuous learning. My desire is to be challenged and to gain an experience that I can build upon for the future.
The experience of the APEC Youth Science festival was incredible. It has had an enormous impact on me in many ways, changing the way I look at the world and connecting me with people and events far beyond my formerly limited experience. I am extremely glad to have had this opportunity. It was a wonderful experience on multiple levels. It challenged me and expanded me intellectually and socially. I feel that this experience has had an immense impact on me.
When I entered kindergarten, I learned it was possible to not belong in a place where you are supposed to be. I felt the terrible urge to flee so I dove head first into a tide pool of books and cracked my head on the rocky bottom because I could only read the word and not the purpose for them. I didn’t read because they understood, to feel at home or to escape but to avoid the small eyes and threat of awkwardness. And the fear kept me reading, blind to the pages until we were given the Great Gatsby in my junior English class. It was my teacher's favorite book. Reading it in class was like being stuck in traffic for a month and a half. He continued to slam on the breaks between chapters paragraphs and in the middle of sentences to point out
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.
Reading is a very important factor in life. you read everyday whether it’s a text, email, books, or articles. Reading is a daily essential for becoming a better writer and being able to have a much broader vocabulary. Through reading your IQ raises, you learn a better diction, and have more of a normal use of words for public speaking. Most people who struggle with public speaking are told to read because it is proven to help create a more natural flow of vocabulary through normal speech. Reading is particularly important in knowing current events and understanding history. To understand history the capability of reading is imperative in discovering new languages and being able to understand historic writings.
It screamed failure right to my face. A big fat “62” written in red Sharpie was scribbled on the top of my first math test sophomore year. After an impeccable record of straight A’s in middle school and freshman year, I knew what it was like to be on top. I built a facade of intelligence that made me feel superior to my classmates. When my teachers handed back tests, I would always leave the side with the grade up, hoping someone sitting next to me would look over and be impressed by my achievement.
School had just started; it was the fall of my sophomore year. I was excited about having new teachers and being able to boss around those little freshmen since I had finally lost that ridiculous title of “freshy.” Although one class did turn all that excitement right into knots in my stomach, it was English 10. Ugh I hated English, partially because I could never remember all those rules of writing, which I had just thought of as “dumb.” I figured, “Why would I ever need to know all them? Computers will be able to fix all my mistakes for me!” As I would soon find out, boy was I ever wrong. Surprisingly, class was going good; our teacher Mr. Mieckowski seemed to be a little weird and quite boring at times but all in all not too bad I mean who isn’t boring occasionally? He had a shiny head with very little hair and never wore long sleeves to class. He was also quite tall and skinny, so everyone had his or her own conclusion about Mr. Mieckowski’s personal life. A lot of the time this ended up being the topic of conversation for his students, along with his hatred towards icicle lights, white reindeer, and especially technology; the thing I loved most.
I wasn’t focused long because the books were shorter. I still didn’t read much after that, but she did explain that I would know how to read after school and to be successful in
I tore that book apart, diving into character analysis and symbolism, trying to keep up with my usual standards, though the struggle was becoming clearer. Still, I believed that even at my worst, I was still smart enough to pass. To my dismay, my paper that I thought was decent at its worst, received a failing grade. I thought I was done for in that class. My grade point average would be destroyed, and for a while it was brought down greatly.