Throughout my years of education, there have been many people who have influenced my development as a reader and writer. Whether it was a teacher or my parents they all pushed me so that I could become a successful attribute to society. Without these individuals, I wouldn’t have become literate. Thanks to their guidance I became a better reader and writer, which has allowed me to become more versatile in and out of school.
One person who ultimately influenced me was a reading and writing coach I had in first grade. I met with her once a week to go over reading assignments. We would meet and spend hours reading new books every day. She motivated my classmates and I by giving us candy every time we read a book well. I used to struggle immensely
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She often would have me do impromptu spelling tests. She would read me off various words and give the definition and I would have spell it out. If I got a word wrong she would put it back in the pile and we would continue until I got it right. My mom also helped me with all of my papers and would proof read and correct any grammar errors. She then would explain to me what I needed to change and why. My mom’s also a massive bookworm. Since I was little she was always encouraging me to read higher level books. Thanks to her constant encouragement I was able to read at a high school level in about fifth grade. This allowed me to move up to the advanced reading group in my class. Due to this I gained a greater appreciation for reading. My dad was also a massive influence on my development in reading and writing. When I was younger I struggled immensely with reading and not only did my reading coach help me, my dad did as well. He would sit at the kitchen table with me for hours helping me sound out words. He would help me get through my daily reading assignments and often help me practice using more challenging texts. Not only did he help me with reading, he also helped me with writing. Whenever my mom would be busy working he would help me with writings. I often would go to him and read my writing out loud and he would give me feedback on how it sounded or what I needed to change. Without the help, I received from my parents I wouldn’t be at the level of reading and writing that I’m
When writing a five paragraph essay, there are five steps one must fallow in order to attain perfection, these steps include understanding the question, brainstorming, writing a rough copy, revising, and creating a final draft. The first and most important step is understanding the topic. The topic of the essay is what the essay will be about and if this is misunderstood, the whole essay will be off course. The second step, brainstorming, will help organize thoughts and ideas so they flow amiably. There are many different ways to brainstorm, some of the most helpful are making a web of ideas, making a list of ideas, or creating a Venn diagram to compare and contrast the conviction. All these ideas will be related to the topic at hand. For example, if the essays topic is about how the earth is affected by global warming, then the brainstorming ideas might include the ozone lair being reduced or how global climate has raised. The third step when writing a five paragraph essay is creating the rough draft. The first draft must have all the features the final will, but does not have to be...
In my past writing assignments it seemed to be that we were learning everything step by step, where as in college more is expected from me as a writer. As a high school student it was quite easy to push everything off till the last moment. Those two o'clock nights were very frequent when a six-page research paper was due the next day. As a college student the requirements are more challenging and not something that can be pushed back till the very last second. It seems strange to me that starting earlier for a college paper and working twice as hard on it, receiving a lower grade on it than I would have in high school is upsetting to think about, but is so true. When coming into the semester I was unaware of what was expected from me, but as the semester progressed I was able to get a better understanding of the course and how to look critically at myself as a writer. I know that these are qualities that I will use for many years to come.
My Growth as a Writer Most of us write in some form every day, so you would expect that most of us would be well practiced and pretty good at writing. I read and write all the time; I have taken several college courses and nearly all of them require writing in some form. However, before taking this class, not only was I not a good writer, I knew I wasn’t a good writer. Now I am not saying that I am ready to write my first novel, but I am certainly more confident in turning in my college papers. The content of this course and the style of teaching was incredibly beneficial to me.
Writing has incessantly been a struggle throughout my short life. Within writing, everyone possesses the entirety of tools needed to produce greatness, but many lack in the manufacturing of the product. You may have the greatest ideas for novels and short stories, though be unable to truly express yourself within the confines of only words. This precise issue faces me on a daily basis. All these exceptional visions spinning in my mind, yet I have not been able to master the art of putting these visions onto paper. However, I do admit I have grown as a writer over this single semester, and have major goals set for myself, not only as a writer but also in my career field.
I have never liked writing; I always thought it was a waste of time. It was a great therapy but I never found academic writing to be useful just tedious. Only ever writing when I had too made it harder for my writing skills to grow or improve in any way. I have not taken an English class since the 10th grade, even then I never gave it much effort, just doing what I had to so I could pass the class. Then I jump in to College English 1010, I feel like I do well in all other subjects but this one. English is my worst nightmare.
She paid attention to us she played with us. She taught us right from wrong, she loved us as her own. She would read books to us and one time we had a food fight in the kitchen so it was so fun. One time we painted my dad’s nails and he went to work like that it was pretty funny.
I am very grateful that she helped me how to ride a bike. My first bike was a blue Schwin. I loved that bike from the time it had training wheels to the time I got a new one. We started with the bike in the bike yard and mom would run either beside or behind me holding on and helping me keep my balance. When she let go I would fall and gets all kind of bruises then she would be mad that she let and I got hurt because of it. I eventually got better and we moved out to the street in front of the house, I loved how it felt to ride the bike on the pavement.
My teacher was very helpful with teaching me how to read and so was my brother Treavon. The way that my brother Treavon was a big and helpful influence in the literacy part of my life is he would read to me and then I would try to read back to him. Eventually all of the help that I had gotten with my reading
While my father was a student in school, he was never the student who put forth his best effort, made good grades, or received many awards. However, when he looks back on that time in his life, my father always expresses that he wishes he would had tried harder in school. While he cannot change the past, he does try to make up for his mistakes and do everything in his power to help me be a successful student. My father is always willing to help me with projects and homework.
I am not, by any means, a Shakespeare, Stephen King, or John Grisham. It would take enormous amounts of time, practice, and effort to be considered a long shot at a Pulitzer Prize. Yet, I intend to progress my writing by setting more achievable goals, building on new ideas, and developing new skills. Also, I will use the advice of instructors and peers, and draw from previous writing experiences to mold this and future writing experiences.
Throughout my life, reading and writing were a positive thing because of the support from the people around. I was never really the confident or extroverted type of person back in the day. This then caused me to be anxious when I read or be doubtful of what I wrote. I can still remember breaking balls of sweats and tensing up whenever I had to read something aloud in elementary. It was a pretty big social problem for me but I can also recall many times where I was laughing and having fun while doing something with reading or writing with my mother. Although there have been many things that affected me so far in my literary journey, my mother has been the most supportive and impactful person to me by reading short stories, going to the library, and giving me writing prompts. One of the activities I liked to do before I fell asleep was to read.
I remember that, when being taught to read I already knew more words than I had realized. Watching my dad’s finger skim under the words as he read them had helped me subconsciously learn those words. I learned to read and write at a much more accelerated pace than my peers. I felt impatient with those who lagged behind, not realizing that not everyone had been given the same advantages as me. The moment I started to read on my own, my great aunt, a retired kindergarten teacher, would send me a box of books she had used in her classroom every year for my birthday. Throughout elementary school, when I received the box, I would bring it up to my room and practice reading all the books on my own. Being able to read on my own opened the door to a world I hadn’t been able to reach without help
As far as my 18 year old mind can remember the most influential sponsor in my literary development was school. Sure, my parents also influenced what I read and even taught me how to read, but school was what developed my creative literary ability. Reading is the gateway to becoming a good writer, and regardless of what the student reads, or the topic of interest, a child can apply it to their writing. The sponsor that has the most influence on my literary ability is school.
My mother was the one who always influenced both my sister and me when it came to reading and learning as much as we could. Family time consisted of every afternoon gathering together in my mom’s bedroom lying on the bed reading a story. A new story started by my mom reading it to us. After a few times of hearing the story, I would then read the story to my mother and sister.
Outside of the artwork and lessons, she treated us like her own kids and always was available to listen and support us in dark