In a recent survey in our ENF class, 35 % of the students rather read blogs, Facebook, and magazines than a book. That tells you that some of these students don’t like reading. From elementary, to middle, and high school. Me and reading had our ups and downs, she never gave up on me. Through my years, my reading memories have become a metaphor for my life.
Growing up as a kid, I used to look at sports and car magazines. I wasn’t into reading books because it made me lethargy. I was into sports heavy as a child. So, books never crossed my mind. I was 9 when I checked out my first book from the school library. The name of the book was titled “No David’. I was so into the book that I had forgot I had to return it. Then I went back on my reading
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Whenever the teacher said its reading time, I would ask to use the restroom. The times I couldn’t escape to the restroom she would call on me to read. I would read really slow so one of classmates would get mad and read over top of me. My 8th English wasn’t having that. She would call my mom in the middle of class if I decided I didn’t want to read. Once I got into high school I began to take reading serious. I tried to outsmart my teacher my freshman year. That didn’t turn out well. I was giving a summer reading assignment. I notice that The color purple was under the Colom where it says books you could use. I told myself “this is going to be easy”. I had seen the movie a couple times so I’m thinking to myself that this summer reading assignment will be a piece of cake. I get my summer reading assignment back thinking I just got a 100%. I received a D for that assignment. I told myself no more trying to take the easy way out. I decided to take reading serious after that. I began to read a lot more. How to kill a mocking bird, Beawolf, and The Great Gatsby just to name a few. I would write an essay after I finished a book. My 10th grade teacher told me I should take AP English for my junior year. I didn’t take her up on the offer. Whenever my teacher asked the class does anyone feel like reading. I would take it upon myself and began to read out loud. I used to go to Barnes and Noble to sit and …show more content…
I didn’t dislike reading or anything. I could read you a chapter or 2 if I wanted to, but I wanted to be difficult because I didn’t think reading was cool. I was very facetious in school. As I got older I got out of that. I didn’t want to be that kid that never took school serious and didn’t graduate. Now when it comes to reading I get excited. I used to think reading was boring. Now I read a book or a poem before I go to bed. I do think me not reading enough was a problem. I feel like if I was reading more back the that my choice of words would be better when it comes to me writing an
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
The fourth grade was when Rodriguez started actively reading. Reading was something that was always a constant for him, day or night. His parents couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with reading all the time since they only read for necessity. Rodriguez greatly enjoyed reading and found himself reading all sorts of novels at “…the local public library…under a tree in the park…sitting on a porch, or in bed.” (Rodriguez 229). By the time he was in high school, he had read hundreds of books, which had improved his
“I might as well just give up, and go and get a different book” I thought
Who am I as a reader? I think of myself as an average reader. I first began to read, when in elementary when the English teachers, told us we had to read a book, and from there, I began to read books. I didn’t really like to read books, but we were told to do so. The book which I had to read in elementary school, were not bad for a little child to read. The books could have been better, as of now all the elementary books are good in some certain circumstances.
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
Mrs. Plot, one of the hardest English teachers in Murray County High School, was my teacher that year. She was a very determined and driven teacher that did not tolerate her students to fail her class, even if they were lazy. I had heard horror stories from her former students, but she was nothing like they said she was. She was the only teacher that I have connected with all throughout school. I looked forward to her class every morning because she always made learning fun. Mrs. Plot gave out good advice about English, but she also gave me personal advice and was more of a friend to me. She always knew what to say to me when I had problems. She motivated me to do better with my writing; we went to a journalism class together every week that year. Mrs. Plot deepened my love for reading and writing. Without her, I would not be the kind of student I am today. On every assignment in her class, I got the most feedback and it helped me out a lot. It took me a long time to become a decent writer, but with her help she sped up the process. I put all of my effort in every single paper I have written, especially for her
I would only read books that were required for class, and even then I usually would not finish them. Reading was never something that I liked. When I got into high school, I started reading books for fun a little more than before. I was always a Harry Potter fan but since I did not like to read I only watched the movies. I remember reading those books and actually liking them. My junior year was also a time in my reading history that I remember well. As a class we were reading the Great Gatsby in time to see the movie for the midnight premier. Each day we were instructed to read up to a certain page, no further. I did not like the book at first, just like any other book I was forced to read for school. But, one night I was reading and the book got so interesting for me I could not put it down. That was the first book in along time that I enjoyed reading that was assigned to me. After my junior year, I went right back to my old ways of not reading books. My senior year I took AP English, so this required a lot of books. Thinking back to that year of school I remember finishing maybe one or two of those books. Although, I didn’t read all of those books, I still got a good grade in the class. One thing I did learn from that class about not reading all the books was reading the summaries is not good enough because, they leave out all the
I was a typical 6th grader with a love for social time and hatred towards pointless homework. As I was tapping my foot on my creaking wooden desk with my book opened pretending to read, Mr. Daniels was watching over me like a bird that just gave birth to chicken eggs. I had a feeling she was going to ask me a question about what I was reading. I realized from that point on to always trust my instincts. Mrs. Daniels tall toothpick shaped body leaned over and asked me to summarize the first chapter in front of the whole class. Due to not even beginning to read the first page I told her I did not even know where to begin. Since I was not prepared for class, not participating, and being rude about my task at hand I received a punishment. My punishment was every week I had to write a summary in my own words about the chapter I had read. My eyes rolled in the back of my head so far I didn't know if they would ever go back to normal. I knew my life was over at this
The book has a theme that no matter how difficult life gets, do not give up. I got
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.
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.
My parents read to me every day when I came home from school. Two of my favorite books were the Baranstein Bears and Clifford. Television shows such as Sesame Street were a valuable supplement to my reading material. I had a tendency to pay more attention to Sesame Street than to my parents, but they did not discourage television; they were satisfied to see that I was learning.
My parents instilled a passion for reading in me even as a toddler; years later, an excellent,
Reading is essential in America’s educational system, but why have students been avoiding it? Many students today thinks that reading is rather shallow and boring because they are forced to read what their school wants them to read. Being forced to read books not in their field of interest can make them lose interest in reading overall. This is a problem because students will not read the whole book, but rather they will just pull out information needed for an assignment. Deirdre Mahoney stated, “They’re educated and plenty adept at moving through the system.
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