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Reading has been around for a long time. Words have been written in many different languages. The ability to read and write is the greatest strength a human has. It allows us to communicate and progress in society. It can be a struggle for a lot of people. Some people don’t like. It may take time for people to grow into it. Over the years reading has grown on me. The past was like a roller coaster, the present is interesting, and the future of my reading life is going to be exciting. First off, my past, as a reader, was a journey. For most of it my grandma helped me with it. School did for the time I was in class but it mostly came to me because my grandma. It wasn't because I sucked at reading but it didn't interest me. A lot of time I couldn’t concentrate and remember what I read. Reading did grow on me most when I was in elementary school. I started to become a great math student and I wanted to do that in all my other studies. I started to predict what would happen and it got interesting, kinda like a game. …show more content…
In eighth and ninth grade I read with a teacher some and a lot to my little cousins. I reread the same books that I liked because I was reading with my cousins. I didn't want them to do what I did in school. I stopped reading to them the start of my tenth grade year. I was so busy, and still am. I've started to do more activities and hobbies. This lead to me struggling to read on my own. I got in tenth grade english for my second semester and I have to read for the class. I found some down time like weekends and during school. I’ve started to pick it back up since I was forced again in my
I have very few recollections of my early years and the exact age I was able to read and write. Some of my earliest memories are vague on the topic of my literacy. However, I do remember small memories, such as, learning how to write my name in cursive, winning prizes for reading, and crying over every assigned high school essay. Over the last twelve years my literacy grew rapidly with the help of teachers, large school libraries, my family, and so on. There is always room for my literacy skills to grow, but my family’s help and positive attitude towards my education, the school systems I have been a part of, and the horrible required essays from high school helped obtain the level, skills, habits, and processes that I use as part of my literacy
As a child, I have always been fond of reading books. My mother would read to me every single night before I went to bed and sometimes throughout the day. It was the most exciting time of the day when she would open the cabinet, with what seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, of endless books to choose from. When she read to me, I wanted nothing more than to read just like her. Together, we worked on reading every chance we had. Eventually I got better at reading alone and could not put a book down. Instead of playing outside with my brothers during the Summer, I would stay inside in complete silence and just read. I remember going to the library with my mom on Saturdays, and staying the entire day. I looked forward to it each and every week.
Throughout my childhood I was never very good at reading. It was something I always struggled with and I grew to not like reading because of this. As a child my mom and dad would read books to me before I went to bed and I always enjoyed looking at the pictures and listening. Then, as I got older my mom would have me begin to read with her out loud. I did not like this because I was not a good reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
It wasn’t until elementary school that I noticed I started to develop literacy skills. I was never big into reading. Writing has always been easier for me, but I would say the 2nd grade is when I realized how important being able to read and write was, to be successful in life. I really can’t remember a time that I have actually read a book from start to finish and I don’t have much literacy history, because I was the only child and I always found other ways to keep myself occupied. My parents both worked full time jobs and long hours so the subject was never pressed on me when I was at home. I was pretty responsible as a child. I would go to and from school on my bicycle, then after school, I would do my homework and my chores before I went outside to play. When I was in school, I always had a lot of friends, so reading and writing never really fit in to my schedule at all. I knew at an early age, that I didn’t really care about literacy.
My mom is In the military so when I was a child she was never really around. I was raised as a daddy's girl. Which in return meant that I was a tomboy, and I mean full blown, only wearing basketball shorts and baggy stained t-shirts every day. My life revolved around basketball and my dad, that was it. Reading was not a part of my life, I thought It was incredibly boring
If one were to look at my varied reading habits, they would be struck by the diversity and over all unusualness of my mind’s library. I hardly remember the plot of the first book I read, but it was called Lonesome Dove. It wasn’t the actual first book I read, but I don’t really count the McGregor Readers from kindergarten. I read it in first grade because of my Grandmother’s fascination in the T.V. mini-series that was playing during the time. I wanted to be able to talk to her about it so I went to the public library that weekend and picked up a copy. Well, I actually didn’t pick it up, it was too heavy. It took me over two and a half months to read, but with the help of a dictionary and my grandma, I finally read it from cover to cover. I can’t really say that I understood it, because I don’t recall what it was about. But I do remember that it was quite an ordeal. Since then I have read many books. I enjoy fiction the best, especially those that are based on society, but have a small twist that leads to an interesting story. Some of the stories that I remember best from that early time in my life are Tales from Wayside Elementary School, Hatchet, The Godfather, and The Giver. I think that Hatchet, by Gary Paulsen, is the only book that I’ve read more than once. I liked the situation that Brian was put into, lost in the wilderness, with nothing more to fend for himself with than his mind and a trusty hatchet. The adversity he faces and his undying drive are what fascinated me most. Since that time my reading habits have grown into a different style. I have usually only read what was assigned to me during the school year because that was all I had time to do, but I have always strived to put forth extra effort. For example: last year for English 3 AP we had to read an excerpt from Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography. Although that we only had to read a small bit, I checked the entire book from the college library and read it all. Although the way that Franklin rambled on and on about his “Franklin Planner” was somewhat boring, the way he describe his life was pure poetry.
My relationship with books and reading has not been the greatest adventure for me thus far. I will not say that all my experience has been terrible but for the most part not that great. I know for me it started when I was little and unfortunately it has carried to my adulthood.
As I entered into the next phase of my life with the coming of both middle and high school, I quickly began to realize that I was ahead of the majority of my peers. Literacy is more easily developed at a young age. A sense of accomplishment and maturity came over me as I became more literate. Not only was I learning how to read and write, but I was also becoming an adult. Of course, at this young age, I struggled with more advanced novels. I quickly learned that I excelled at reading science fiction, survival stories in particular. Of course, if I read books that i enjoyed, I became more literate. Context was critical. Words came up tat i did not know the meaning; however, if I knew the situation, I could understand the word by adding it to that
Reading was never something I fussed about growing up. As a child, I loved genres of realistic fiction. I was hooked on The New Adventures of Mary Kate and Ashley, Goosebumps, The Amazing Days of Abby Hayes, Judy Moody, and especially, Zoobooks and Highlights magazines. My mother was always ready to help build my reading and writing skills. She took me to the library constantly to feed my passion for books and knowledge. I loved exploring the shelfs, organizing the books, and filling up my library cart. I tried keeping a diary in elementary school to keep track of my outings with my parents and grandparents to museums, zoos, movies, and libraries. This flash of writing enthusiasm was spun from books I read in the 4th and 5th grade that were
Once in elementary school, I saw other children know how to read a lot faster and better than I did. I remember going to the library and students be on a higher level books than I was. We always had to read aloud in class, I soon became embarrassed when trying to pronounce a word and students giggled, stared, and corrected me. Entering middle school, I become more interested in daunting novels such as Wait till Helen Comes, the Doll in the Garden, and Michigan Thrillers. I loved reading to myself because I felt comfortable, but I remember being made fun of in junior high because I stuttered while trying to read audibly. I lost all my interest in reading and since then I could never get hooked on book in order to read it all the way through.
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
Reading always became tiresome to me. We had a reading block in class everyday. The reading block was to make us read fifteen minutes straight a day. Ms. Peshca, my seventh grade teacher, ensured that the class would read. I never read the books until we started reading The Hunger Games.
Reading – we do it every day. In almost every aspect of our lives and often take it for granted. Reading is essential for human communication and increasing knowledge. However, because reading is so important even a small change can have a significantly large impact on our modern society. We are currently in a midst of a cultural revolution. In which the printed word is being transformed by the digital.
Nowadays, many people think reading is not necessary, since there are so many sources of information and types of entertainment, such as TV, cinema and the Internet. I believe they are wrong because reading is very beneficial in many ways.
As a child, I got taught how to read by my parents. They always told me to try my best and sound out the words before giving up and asking them. My parents always told me to turn off the TV and pick up a book or else my brain is going to become fried. Reading has taught me to relax and when I am having a stressful day a book can distract me from my problems and calm me down. The impact of reading has been positive for me through the times at school when the bookmobile came, when my stress levels go down, and the reading circles in class.