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Are effective listening and speaking skills important in communication
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Martin Murgoski
Professor Lavaughn Towell
ENC 1101
Literary Narrative Prompt
18 September 2015
Prompt for Literacy Narrative Essay #1
When I first started leaning to read words I was very enthusiastic and I was so proud of my self, I was a reader now but was I reading or just lifting words from the white paper full of dreams and hopes. I still remember the days sitting with my mom on the dining room table reading together. Reading with my mom from early days I realise that language is very much like a living organism. It cannot be put together from parts like a machine, and it is constantly fluctuating and evolving. Language is a living organism that grows, it exists only in interaction with others, in a social interdependence. Different cultures
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also have different ways of representing the world, and their intentions with language. When I started learning English as a second language I was in middle school, and I discovered something fascinating about English language, it connect and bond people around the world. For a many years as long as I can recall, I always struggle with reading and I lose focus a lot. Now when I moved here two years ago I started to read and read a lot because my English is a second language and I am trying really hard to fix my constantly losing focus. There are many forms of assessment but reading and writing are my primary goals now, because writhing it is used a lot in schools and it becomes very important for the teachers. My relationship between books and riding are were different because they are on different level. Reading reaction on an article it doesn’t touch me or I don’t show any reaction because I am used to a video connection and all of the young people are use to it. In high school days I really lowed to read of one specific artist he is from my country and he was very good and he still is. His books are series and his books genres are Autobiographies whit a lot of comedy, drama, history, journals, poetry, and actually I had learn a lot for life from the books. He was lettering in a specific way that he was torching every hart of the people and he is one of my inspirations in life. Writhing about your lifecycle, your past is very hard but it one why of confection or just lucking for forgiveness. When a read his last books I realized he was writhing about his mistakes in life, bad decisions, experience and he actually telling us how not to make them. When I was an adolescent I had real passions and real thoughts and anyone who was denies this seems to be trying to justify their superiority based on their age. And now on my age throughout my childhood I often made to mistake to think that kids in my class were so much more educated or that my most classmates knew so much, but actually they just used sayings that they heard from their parents or read superficially somewhere. On several occasions I find myself convinced that there is a certain way to do things, only to find out that actually that’s the complete wrong way to think about it. Memory is our past and future. To know who you are as a person, you need to have some idea of who you have been. And, for better or worse, your recollected life story is a pretty good guide to what you will do tomorrow. A memory that I recall vividly has been haunting me ever since my first day of school and honestly I still remember that moment in my life and I was so scared for my new chapter. When you ask people about their memories, they often talk as though they were material possessions and money, enduring representations of the past to be carefully guarded and deeply cherished. My fear is to read out loud I am so scared, and for my classmates to hear me say word by word, you can say that my fear is not knowing how to pronounce some of the vocabulary.
I could say that these past experience through my school career are very significant until this day, accuse that's still my fear. Even highly emotional memories are susceptible to distortion, and one factor must be that remembering is always re-remembering. I have to admit that I'm not greatly of a reader, I read books for life changing stories or biasness financial books that can help me progress as a superior person, more stronger and it will give me guidelines how to win in life. On the other hand its way easier for me to read business books because it just flows, like its easy text for me to understand than those big words on novels. I don't have a specific example of a book but a difference between the readings I have done. My mother read to me even before I could walk or talk. One of my earliest recollections is the sound of my mother's voice, reading to me. This woman read bright, colorful picture books to me, and even though I didn't know what those curlicues on the page were, I knew the pictures were glorious, and the sound of my mother's voice made the stories magical. That is why I was an excellent student in school. I made good grades and I really liked going to school. I had great teachers who cared about me and helped me to pick up as much as I could absorb. Even in the first few months of life, children begin to experiment with language. But the ability to read and write does not develop naturally, without careful planning and instruction. To put it basically, word families are words that rhyme. That is the way I started learning how to read. Learning word families is a phonemic awareness activity that helped me see patterns in reading. This is an important skill because it allowed me to begin reading by grouping sets of letters within a word. And for the question of what sorts
of books did you read as an early reader? I starter memorize poems because of my school teacher. Over time these got longer and longer. It was fun to memories a long poem and I would impress my parents by reciting poems to them I was so proud. Sometimes they asked me recite a poem to visiting guests or for my grandparents at home. Learning to read is not an innate developmental process. Rather, it involves regular practice over a period of time. There are many pathways to reading, and off course I started at school. Reading was far and away the most important thing I ever did. I'm not sure I ever did learn to write very well but I am truing. I'd been reading all my life, and it seems to me every short story and every novel is an example of what we're supposed to do, and how we're supposed to do it. Writing is like anything else in that the more you do it, the better you get. It's been said we all have a million words of waste in use, and I won't write well until I get rid of those. I was published from the start, but I'm sure I'd written at least a million words before I found true gold. So to sum up to write well, you read often and widely, and you write as often as possible. With all the differences in writing style. The ability to read and write and also understand information can affect your job career and build up your personal development. Reading and Writing are enormous motive why I am where I am today concurring the world and thanking benefits of reading and writing. Learning a new language truly help me in life, I was blast with working in on other country, studying and most important traveling around the world and seeing amazing things, and they will always leave a mark in my memory. Using proper English for writhing and sentence structure is my goal from start to finish, and writhing skills didn’t help me in terms of personal freedom because I don’t have excellent writhing skills, but I am doing to do my best. I think the only reason that I don’t like writhing is that I need very good and strong inspiration and it need to activate my artistically brain cells. As I am trying to figure out what to do with my career, the article for this essay was very interesting and helped me understand where I am in my writing skills but I thing I need a very good mentor to follow. Each person has a intelligence of self or sense of personal identity, in fact most people have a number of important habits of thinking about themselves that are significant enough to be measured multiple senses of personality.
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