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When I walked into my 7th grade Language Arts class on a mid-October morning, my heart filled with excitement. The white board agenda loudly announced the class would finally return to the library at the beginning of class. My friend would not stop talking the book she had just finished, Unwind by Neal Shusterman, and I absolutely had to check it out and read it for myself. After finishing the Harry Potter series, I was eager to begin reading another interesting novel and my friend had done a great job selling her suggestion. With a new book I would be able to fill the dull, silent moments in class for the next month, and then we’d go to the library again. That was my outlook on reading in middle school, and it was similar in elementary school. …show more content…
My mother’s sister’s son is four months younger than me. We have always gone to the same school and been in the same grade. We were quite close growing up, so we always wanted to be better than each other in every aspect of life, particularly reading. On the first day of third grade I made sure our teacher knew he could read faster than I could while I comprehended text better. Often when I went over to his house in our later years of elementary school, we would pick up the same Magic Tree House book and see who could read it the fastest. My cousin always won, but I generally earned better grades in language arts class. Because we were compared in this way, I felt content with my reading level and I didn’t try too hard to change how fast or well I could read. Eventually, he could also comprehend text as well as I could at his faster speed, and I accepted that I was never going to be as good of a reader as he was. Throughout the years of constant comparison that I still endure today, I’ve been putting myself in a box that constricts my reading level to right where it is or at least below my cousin’s as if I’ll never be good …show more content…
Many of the mentors I have encountered through my church have encouraged me to read novels my authors such as C.S. Lewis that can challenge and develop my belief in Jesus Christ. They’ve inspired in me an interest in writings that will go deeper into the Bible and the Christian faith that will hopefully strengthen my faith as I continue to grow and mature. I’m also interested in reading pieces that will provoke in me deeper thoughts about how the world works in all aspects and perspectives. I believe that I have the ability to make profound world-discoveries as I enter into my adult life in the same that I encountered important self-discoveries in my adolescents. Reading may never become the most important pass time or interest in my life, but it will be an important part of my future in increasing my understanding and wonder of the world and shaping me into the person I’m meant to
This is actually how it felt when I would stay up until 12 am on school nights reading Captain Underpants or making it impossible to sleep by reading multiple volumes of Goosebumps. I used to completely pass my time reading little simple books like these and in return they would fill my mind with vast opportunities to allow my imagination to flourish and apply it in class. When I first picked up the Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling it was comparable to when the first people proved that the world wasn’t flat, that’s how amazing it felt to be able to fully understand and talk about the books with my
For me, reading as well as rereading, books such as Junie B Jones, Berenstain Bears, or the Harry Potter series, impacted my life immensely by increasing my vocabulary, developing my vital language skills and many more developmental skills. In the past, being literate meant beating kids in how many books I could read and being able to comprehend difficult vocabulary, but now being literate in the adult world means developing new and creative ideas or being able to prosper an opinion based on facts and previous knowledge.
I began to read not out of entertainment but out of curiosity, for in each new book I discovered an element of real life. It is possible that I will learn more about society through literature than I ever will through personal experience. Having lived a safe, relatively sheltered life for only seventeen years, I don’t have much to offer in regards to worldly wisdom. Reading has opened doors to situations I will never encounter myself, giving me a better understanding of others and their situations. Through books, I’ve escaped from slavery, been tried for murder, and lived through the Cambodian genocide. I’ve been an immigrant, permanently disabled, and faced World War II death camps. Without books, I would be a significantly more close-minded person. My perception of the world has been more significantly impacted by the experiences I've gained through literature than those I've gained
Growing up in a bilingual household, I have struggled with many things especially reading and writing. Reading and writing have never been my strongest points. The first struggle that I can recall, is when I was about six or seven years old. I was beginning my education at Edu-Prize Charter School. I was a cute little kid, in the first grade, just like everybody else. But in the middle of the school year, my mom told me that my great, great aunt, who lived in China, was getting really sick and old. So if I wanted to meet her, it had to be now. Being a little kid, I didn’t quite understand why she couldn’t just go see the doctor, take some medication, or let time heal her. Unfortunately, now I know it was my mom’s way of saying that she was dying. My parents made the decision that it was probably the best way for me to understand my Chinese culture, along with meeting my relatives on my mother’s side of the family. So for a month, I had to leave my dad, my brother, my school, and all my
My earliest memories can be found at the hands of paperback novels. Books were my escape from the world around me. The thrill of being able to leave behind the world and it’s baggage and enter another that books provided captivated me, and left an impact on me. The emotion I experienced solely from taking a small step into another person’s story was unlike any I had felt before. I desperately wanted others to feel what I had felt, and love whatever I had become entranced by with the same passion as I did.
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.
Growing up in working class family, my mom worked all the time for the living of a big family with five kids, and my dad was in re-education camp because of his association with U.S. government before 1975. My grandma was my primary guardian. “Go to study, go to read your books, read anything you like to read if you want to have a better life,” my grandma kept bouncing that phrase in my childhood. It becomes the sole rule for me to have better future. I become curious and wonder what the inside of reading and write can make my life difference. In my old days, there was no computer, no laptop, no phone…etc, to play or to spend time with, other than books. I had no other choice than read, and read and tended to dig deep in science books, math books, and chemistry books. I tended to interest in how the problem was solved. I even used my saving money to buy my own math books to read more problems and how to solve the problem. I remembered that I ended up reading the same math book as my seventh grade teacher. She used to throw the challenge questions on every quiz to pick out the brighter student. There was few students know how to solve those challenge questions. I was the one who fortunately nailed it every single time. My passion and my logic for reading and writing came to me through that experience, and also through my grandma and my mom who plant the seed in me, who want their kids to have happy and better life than they were. In my own dictionary, literacy is not just the ability to read and write, it is a strong foundation to build up the knowledge to have better life, to become who I am today.
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.
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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.
Before reading Harry Potter, I very rarely read for pleasure. I found reading boring, almost old fashioned. My frame of mind more readily paralleled Danny Divito in the movie Matlida, who says that “[t]here's nothing you can get from a book that you can't get from a television faster.” While my view of reading as a child could be summed up in that quote, everything changed when I was introduced to Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I can remember to this day when my Dad began reading Harry Potter to me, and how I did not understand just how much this book would change me. Harry Potter and his world of wizardry became my own personal Shangri-La, my escape, my own world. Anytime I wanted, I could ascend to a world of fantasy and explore the depths of my own imagination in a way that I had never been capable of doing before. I became obsessed with the book, reading it before, during, and after sc...
“I’ve always been a numbers guy,” is what I tell myself when I think about reading and writing. It’s the saying: “If you’re great with math, then you’re lousy with English,” and vice versa. As long as I can remember, English has been my least preferred subject in school and mathematics, of course, my favorite. Why is it that I dislike English classes so much? It can’t possibly be because my brain is wired to think that way. Can it be because English is my second language? But I’ve been fluent in English since early elementary school. One of my biggest fears returning to school, was having to write because I know how long it takes my mind to transfer my thoughts successfully onto paper. Taking this English 101 class is the first step in overcoming
Nonetheless, while we were fawning over our college acceptances my English teacher had assigned us a book to read during the last month of class, which I neglected to do as I sulked due to my perceived misfortune. However, I did not suspect that this would be the book that would transform my life drastically. In fact, I didn't pick it up again until the final stretch of my first semester in college, which I dreaded tremendously. Though, looking back, had I read this book earlier I would have probably had a better experience that
When I was younger, I didn’t like reading much at all. I always questioned my teachers what was the purpose of reading; I never got an answer from either teacher until I was in the seventh grade. Starting junior high school was different from elementary. In seventh grade, we were in our reading class for two hours a day. I asked the teachers why didn’t we have the privilege to stay in our other classes for two hours; I never received an answer from my teachers.
However in all honesty I felt I was already a pretty good reader! By the 4th grade I was doing spelling bees, and I was acing all of my spelling and reading test, so I was thinking “Why Me?” More importantly why is this ruining my summer! I was very displeased, until my mom broke it down to me. You see, my older brother couldn’t comprehend things as well as I could so my mom felt that if he and I did the program together he would be more interested in learning. So for the purpose of helping my older brother, I agreed to do the program (as if I had a choice.)