When I was young I remember watching my mother read unceasingly in bed, her eyes quickly moving back and forth across the pages. I can recall opening the drawer in the nightstand next to her bed and staring with satisfaction at the books she had to read. Holding my mother’s massive books in my hands, I felt gratified as I loved their thickness and sheer mass. However, when I attempted to read a book of my own I could not overcome the first chapter without quitting from boredom. For years I could not comprehend the mechanics of reading, and I had given up on the concept, but one year something clicked and I have not stopped reading since. Although, I learned to love reading late in my life, it has rewarded me with an expanded imagination.
As a young child my mother often read to me in bed involving colorful children’s stories with dinosaurs or animals. Transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, our class began to read from textbooks, subsequently, I couldn't follow the reader and it was challenging to retain information regarding the book.
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Deciding it was time to attempt a chapter book, I searched the classroom library for appealing books. I found a book with a magnificent Pegasus on the cover and could not look away from the glory of the illustration. Furthermore, my mother encouraged me to read this book, “That’s great Talia! You can do a book report on it when you finish”, she had said. However, when I began to read I would read a sentence, read it again three additional times, and would force myself to move on without comprehending the story. Ultimately, I ended up skimming the entire book just view the last page and I could proclaim I had read a chapter book on my own. Therefore, the first chapter book I attempted to read, and was for convinced I would complete, took me the entire school year to
Rain can sometimes have a symbolic meaning. It can be shown as something pure or the washing away of someone's wrong doings. On the other hand snow can be seen as something different. Wether it's cold and inhuman and stark. However it can also be seen as pure.
Nick’s first impression of Daisy and her household: “Their household was even more elaborate than I expected…and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch” (6).
Each year as I grow old, I tend to discover and learn new things about myself as a person as well as a reader, writer and a student as a whole. My educational journey so far has been pretty interesting and full of surprises. Back in Bangladesh where I studied until high school, my interest for learning, reading or writing was so very different compared to how it has become over the years. I could relate those learning days to Richard Rodriquez’s essay “The lonely Good Company of Books”. In the essay the author says, “Friends? Reading was, at best, only a chore.”(Rodriguez, page 294). During those days I sure did feel like reading was a chore for me and how I was unable to focus and I could never understand what all those jumbled up words ever meant. It was quite a struggle for me in class when the teachers used to assign us reading homework. I felt like reading a book was more difficult or painful than trying to move a mountain. Just like how moving a mountain is impossible, trying to find an interest in reading was
“One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.” These were the words from one of the greatest authors of all time, Dr. Seuss, that sprouted the enjoyment of reading. I was a young lad when I first started looking at words, and although I could not understand them, I knew they had some significant meaning to them. Reading played a huge role in my life, and it all started when my mom read books to me as a baby, when I first read a book for myself, and, of course, when I was required to read at school.
I loved these books. The series of dinosaurs’ behavior books are written and illustrated perfectly. Each of the 29 pages has something new for the children to look at and guess if the behavior is acceptable. This story also has rhyming text which my children love and large font. They are simple for the children to understand and keep their attention. My son loves reading along to these book. I usually have to read them twice. This book has received many award, such as the 2001 Mockingbird Book Award.
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During my special education courses, I gained a love for reading. Admittedly, I developed this adoration for books because of my special education classes. It is my firm belief that without these classes my love of reading would not have happened because I would have grown frustrated that I was behind in my education. I avoid difficult subjects, like math, because I’m not good at it. Getting the help I need, made be excel with reading. I loved reading so much that I participated in a reading competition that I won three years in a row. Because of my love of reading, it led to a desire to
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
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.
Acknowledging children’s interest in reading, I had setup a tent in the outside area of the Pipi room and kept three books inside the tent for reading. Soon, it caught F attention, a one year three months old infant, and she crawled towards it. She sat outside the tent and observed it for a while, and then she went inside it and looked around. To my surprise, she bent her body outside the tent with a book in her hand and pointed it towards me. “Do you want me to read the book to you?” I asked F. F kept the book on the grass and pushed it towards me. Acknowledging F’s intentions, I picked up the book and went inside the tent. I read the book to F and F listened to me attentively while observing the photos in the book. Given that the book was related to dinosaurs, due to continuous repetition of the word dinosaur F tried to speak it and said, “Ddd”. When I finished reading, I looked at F and asked her if
Hazing is a cruel way of letting someone into a fraternity. Most fraternities and sororities have been built on outdated values and encourage thinking that shouldn't have a place in our society. Hazing has been defined as any action or situation which recklessly or intentionally endangers the mental or physical safety of a student. Hazing can result in injuries or death, and it also promotes underage drinking. One estimate states that a minimum of sixty-five students have died between the years of 1978 and 1996 from being involved in ridiculous rituals.
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