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I have always been very fond of reading, but never writing. At a young age both of my parent were teachers, so education was always first for them. I always read everyday and it improved my speaking skills,but I have never been a fan of writing. My parents tried to teach me to write and even hired tutors, but it was just one of those things that went in one ear and out the other. As a child i remember being forced to go to tutoring, to improve my writing skill. The biggest reason why I'm not a fan of writing is because; I feel like my thoughts are being read. Reading has helped me over time to increase my literacy rate. I recall first coming to the U.S. knowing just a little bit of English, but within a year I was fluent, even though had to take two years of ESL. Reading has always been my gate to the outside world. The …show more content…
My first chapter book was Junie B Jones. When i was in middle school I loved reading, but as I got older I lose more and more interest in reading. The first english word
I learned was at school. I was overcome with excitement before my first day of school, but when i got there i soon found out that no one else spoke my language. I didn’t very much english; seeing everyone being able to communicate with each other made me more interested in expanding my literacy skills. I went home every night and read for 30 minutes, within a few weeks I was able to understand and communicate with my peers. One of my memorable memories was when I was in fifth grade and I couldn't understand a thing that was
My relationship with writing has been much like roller coaster.Some experiences I had no control over. Other experiences were more influential. Ultimately it wasn’t until I started reading not because I had to read but because I wanted to, that's when my relationship reached change. I would have probably never cared about writing as I do today if it weren't for the critics in my family. When I was a child, my aunts and uncles always been in competition with who's child is better in school. I have always hated reading and writing because of the pressure to prove my family wrong was overwhelming for me. I had to prove them wrong and show them that I was capable of being "smart" which according to them was getting straight A's in all your classes.
Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes, that captures what living with my father feels like," or "Yes, that’s what being cut from the football team felt like."
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.
I used to have to take these tests about all the books I would read in school and I would always ace them all. I knew that reading was something I liked because I was always very intrigued by it. Also in middle school I found my true writing voice. I remember taking a creative writing class in six grade and I was always the student who wrote more than what was expected for my writing assignments. I would write stories about things such as my friends and the experiences that I had in school. Sometimes I would even write my own plays and in my plays the characters would be people in family and people from school. I would always try to make the plot super interesting in my plays. One time I wrote a play about my brothers and me traveling to space and finding aliens. Overall, I really fell in love with literacy throughout my middle school years because I was able to read books more at an advance level and I also was able to write more intense stories. Literacy has been a positive influence in my life all throughout my school
I started like most kids with reading Junie B. Jones & Goose Bumps like most & went to Dork Diaries then went all the way to “How to kill a mockingbird” and books about people like Helen Keller, Madam C.J Walker, Marilyn Monroe & etc. by middle school. Since reaching high school I've been reading books by Ashley Antoinette, Jaquavis Coleman, Nikki Turner mainly urban books and a few James Patterson.
Reading and writing started off as my language arts class in elementary and middle school. It was my absolute least favorite subject of the day. The hour long class was spent learning mostly about grammar and spelling. To this day, spelling and grammar are my weaknesses. I did not find learning about the proper way to write interesting.
I learned to read in the quiet of an upstairs bedroom in our house in Duluth, the room where my little brothers slept side-by-side in cribs, where nobody would think to look for me. I was 3 years old, and I did not recognize the words on the page by looking at them, but had to work at them, sounding them out, saying them aloud. At some point they became not just letters or sounds, but actual words with meaning, words connected to other words, words that said something, told a story, and I picked up speed and read and read and read, chattering away out loud. My big sister finally hollered from down the hall, “Shut up!
There are many different types of events that shape who we are as writers and how we view literacy. Reading and writing is viewed as a chore among a number of people because of bad experiences they had when they were first starting to read and write. In my experience reading and writing has always been something to rejoice, not renounce, and that is because I have had positive memories about them.
Coming from a culture where art and creativity are highly taught has given me a love for the arts, but I never really grew to love writing. However, I did enjoy reading despite my struggle with reading at grade level. Since the age that I was able to dress myself, I have been in love with clothes, the styles, colors, textures, movements. In middle school was the time I started to get more serious about fashion and I wanted to become a fashion designer. My most important current literacy, blogging, has allowed me to develop my writing skills while also allowing me to express my creativity.
When I was young, I never got introduced to writing but only reading. I got introduced to reading when I was young. I can remember many nights when my parents would read to me and occasionally I would try and read to them. It never crossed my mind that I should write my own story or even write at all. Being the oldest in my family limited the amount of people that could read to me which got frustrating at times when nobody wanted to read to me.
During this semester I learned a lot about writing and reading; I always am a good critical thinker. As reader when I'm compared my reading now with when I started this semester it's totally different, matter of fact I never took my time to read a book or a short stories and if I read it I’d never understand or get what's the stories are talking about, it was kind of hard for me to get something that I read so easy but this class helped me though. I did read a lot of poems during this semester but I don't really like poems they are so complicated, sometimes it's kind of hard to understand what the poet is trying to say, but I think that's the purpose of poems unlike stories which are more understandable and less complicated. So, what I'm
I could never bring myself to be one of those kids who ran to read a book. I was in fifth grade and my English teacher Ms. Lockhart made us read a book in class called Manic Magee by Jerry Spinelli. As soon as I read the first chapter I was hooked and I couldn’t stop reading. It was about a young white runaway orphan named Jeffrey Magee who was trying to find a family and deal with loss all at the same time. I connected with the book because I felt that Jeffrey and I were similar. We both lost our parents we were trying to deal with the best way we could at such a young age. Jeffrey ended up staying with an African-American family with three kids and finally feeling loved after such a long time of not feeling it. I really felt like I was sitting right next to Jeffrey. Seeing, hearing, smelling and even tasting everything he did. This book opened my eyes to how wonderful reading really is. I finished the book before the rest of the class and because of this my teacher asked me to join her book club. I was a little hesitant but after she kept asking me to join I finally gave in. I didn’t really like the books she assigned until she had us read a book called Bud, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis. It was a about a young orphaned African-American boy named Bud W, who is trying to find his father during the Great Depression. Bud never found his father but he did find his recently deceased mother’s father and the two of them became a family. This book changed my outlook on reading as well. I enjoyed the books and I feel that the two boys’ stories has helped shape me into the person I am today and I am grateful that my teacher made me read them. I have been reading as much I can ever since but around my eighth grade year things
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
As a result, I often keep my thoughts to myself. Writing is my way of freeing those thoughts from my brain. Furthermore, reading and writing is one of the simplest pleasures in my life. Additionally, I don’t remember the exact time I learned how to read but I do remember that it was before kindergarten.
Reading wasn’t just something I didn’t do anymore, but something that I learned to resent. The passages continued to become more and more complex while my reading level became stagnant. However, when seventh grade came around, I had an English teacher who was incredibly passionate about reading. Despite this, she understood most of my class did not feel the same way. She would go on to find books that would spark our interest. These selections would include The Hunger Games, Riding the Flume, and Old Yeller. My class, to my fortune, would choose The Hunger Games as our book for daily class readings. Our class would then go on to read snippets of the book on a daily basis in hopes that it would inspire us to want to read on our own. For me, it was a success. The snippets weren’t enough for me. I started to read it on my own during free time in class. I then started reading it in all of my classes, and eventually during any free time I had at home. The book turned into the entire series. Page by page, I became a reader again. I would pick up any book that my teacher would suggest to