From the time I was in pre-school until fifth grade my parents read to me. Dr. Seuss was a favorite and as I got older more advanced books would be introduced. I started reading in pre-school and I remember falling in love with how the words flowed together to form perfect sentences. In first grade my teacher would put us in groups and we would take turns reading a passage from our textbooks. She once told me that she could hear my passion for reading by the tone of my voice and how I would put emphasis on words that struck me. The stories that we read I would create the images as a movie in my head and when I went home I would replay them and remembered the words enough to paraphrase. Second and third grade I focused more on mathematics and …show more content…
My teacher, Mrs. Robling, would tell us to save our apples from lunch and bring them back to class. She would cut them and sprinkle them in cinnamon and sugar and gave them to the class. We would eat and listen to her read from a novel of our choosing. This was the year I fell in love with reading. My reading level was that of a sixth grader to an eighth grader. I was bullied as well. He picked on me because of my high reading abilities and because of how artistic I was. This influenced me to overcome peer pressure and depression. I used reading as an outlet. My grandmother passed away this year as well. She always motivated me to do my best and was a huge supporter of my high ability to read. Her passing made me see how reading allowed me to express myself. I choose my books based on the cover, always the weird …show more content…
My science teacher sparked my interest in galactic and astronomical sciences. I read a lot of science fiction and dreamed of being an astronaut or marine biologist. Over Christmas break we went to Maui and I became infatuated with marine life and the deep ocean. The poverty stricken Hawaiian children encouraged me to donate books to the library and ever since I have went I want to get a teaching degree and go back to teach the children so they can have a prosperous life and get a job to provide for themselves and their future families. In seventh grade my math teacher did not focus on teaching us very well. I barely passed my math class, I did most of my work at home with my mom and my other teachers tried to help to the best of their abilities. I fell in love with writing short stories and poems this year. My english teacher loved creative writing so we would always have a writing prompt or journal for us to write about. In eighth grade my cross country coach taught me, what has possibly been the greatest life lesson I have learned, to never give up hope in yourself. This aspect I applied to my math class and passed with flying colors. My teacher recommended me to Algebra honors for my freshman year and I believe that has been my greatest
My parents have always stressed the importance of reading. Throughout my whole life, they have motivated me to read and they have encouraged me to find books that I find interesting to read. Because of their encouragement, I am an avid reader today. When I was a child, just starting to enjoy reading I liked to read books that were fiction. Some of my favorite books to read as a child are series that I still love today and I think I still have every book in each series stored in my attic. They are The Boxcar Children, Junie B. Jones, and The Magic Tree House.
“One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.” These were the words from one of the greatest authors of all time, Dr. Seuss, that sprouted the enjoyment of reading. I was a young lad when I first started looking at words, and although I could not understand them, I knew they had some significant meaning to them. Reading played a huge role in my life, and it all started when my mom read books to me as a baby, when I first read a book for myself, and, of course, when I was required to read at school.
The first beloved books in my life were the Sesame Street Encyclopedia volumes. At three, I wasn't old enough to read them, but I always wanted to have them read to me. In fact, I memorized the ten volume set so when my parents would skip some pages I would ask them to read what they skipped. After learning to read on my own, my favorite book became the anatomy volume in the Charlie Brown Encyclopedia. Courtesy of a supermarket book offer, I was the only kindergartner who knew about fertilized egg cells. As I grew older, I continued to read largely because reading taught me so much outside of what we learned in school.
My achievement of becoming literate in both English and Spanish, after overcoming a myriad of obstacles distinguishes my literacy history. Writing was one of the things I didn’t like to do as a child. I always thought writing was a waste of time and that I wasn’t going to need it in life. Even though I didn’t invest much time writing, I was one of the best writers in all my classes, probably because I was very dedicated in the other subjects and I loved reading adventure books. I learned how to read and write by the age of four, since in my native country “the Dominican Republic”, kids are enrolled in school at the age of three; usually parents start their child’s education at home before that age.
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.
All I could remember on my journey to literacy was my concern over my brother and sister’s ability to read and write including solving math problems. That did not really motivate not to become literate; I was extremely playful as a child. What I am able to remember is my first day of school, I cried like a baby when my mom dropped me off. I soon began to grow out of my baby stage and school became really interesting. Even though it was not as hard as it is now, the value that pushed me to be literate was how my teacher was able to discipline students if they didn’t give the best to their education.
“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” by Dr. Seuss. Everyone at some point in their lives will read or be read to. For me it’s a great way to escape, to clear my head, and be at two places at once. For me, reading has had its ups and downs, but, through the years I’ve had obstacles which have molded me into the person I am today.
For the first six years of my life, I was a boy who savored going to school and seeing all of my friends. Then one day in first grade, during English class, that all changed thanks to a time were we had to read out loud. This day scared me for a while, and caused a fear in me that I wouldn’t let go of for about another eight years. Let me tell you first off, I was not at all the same person in first grade as I am today. For one thing, I was totally inconsiderate to any understanding of the reading system. I am writing about this event for the sole reason that it has changed the way I have live my life up to these recent years. Now that all of that is out of the way, I will continue with a story about a boy who overcame a reading and writing disability and turned it into motivation.
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
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
I also remember as young girl learning how to read and my favorite book that I could quote word for word was “Green Eggs and Ham” by Dr.Suess. I loved that book so much I still have that today. As I got older my love for reading and books started to diminish, I went to a private school for my elementary years and their curriculum was very intense. It was required to read a book from their approved list and complete a book report each summer before the school year began. Not to mention the numerous books reports I would have to complete during the school. At an early age books and reading was something I had to do and not what I wanted to do.
As a small child, I have very little memory of reading. As I grew older, I have much more precise memories of reading, as I enjoyed it thoroughly. From the age of only six months old to the age of three, I stayed with my aunt. She would read books to me, not that I could understand at such a young age, but I did enjoy the pictures. As I began to get older, around the age of three, I began to pick up on key words in books, especially books that contained pictures to help me better understand.
An occupation is an activity that comprises specific goals and meaning for an individual (AOTA, 2014, p. S5). These meaningful occupations can impact well-being and can even become part of person’s identity. To understand this relationship of impact that occupations have on people, occupational science (OS) was formed. OS is used by researches to explain how occupations are experienced and shaped by external factors, some factors may even be an identifying factor for a client such as culture (Pierce, 2014). Culture is considered an external and internal factor that shapes activity patterns, behaviors, and beliefs which in turn shapes how occupations are performed by an individual (AOTA, 2014).
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
My parents instilled a passion for reading in me even as a toddler; years later, an excellent,