Early Learning Autobiography

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From as early as I can remember, my family always introduced the fundamentals of reading to me. I never attended any daycare or preschool, so all my early learning came solely from my family. My mother took over most of the responsibility of reading to me due to her passion for literacy that stemmed from her own adolescent years. Literacy never sparked any interest in my father, who was more of a worker than a student, but he never let that stop him from playing a role in exposing me to reading. I can remember the excitement that filled me as I reached onto the shelf that rested over my bed and picked out the book I wanted one of my parents to read. I would snuggle in close to my mother or father and cling to every word they said as if I were …show more content…

High school can be defined by new experiences and responsibilities along with a newfound sense of freedom. High school for me was defined as the time where I lost my sense of appreciation for any area of literacy. See, in high school, you are introduced to a variation of every subject. For example, Science now broke off into the sectors such as Biology and Chemistry. The same did not apply for English, though. An English class is always an English class no matter what grade you are and it generally always had the same curriculum. Of course, different teachers had different techniques of teaching that made the material seem as if it was something new being taught, but for me it was always the same. Therefore, the lack of variation in the English classes pushed me to be more interested in a subject with variation and science was that subject. I feel in love with how no science class was the same and there was always an opportunity to learn something different when you into a new science class. I even changed my future career to a field of science. There were times where my science classes required me to use my knowledge of literacy in order to write a research paper or summarize what I had learned in class, but none of this made me fully devote myself back to literacy. Right now, at this point in high school, I do still view myself as a skilled literacy student, but I can also say that I have lost that original spark for literacy that was ignited when I was a

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