“Alright class tomorrows reading assignment is to read chapter one of (insert book of choice here)” my teacher would said. The first thought that would run racing through my mind was, ‘I hate this, this is so stupid. I hate reading.’ This was a reoccurring event for me. Waking up and going to school has always been one of my least favorite things to do. For the majority of my life I hated reading and writing. The hatred for reading and writing all started when I was in elementary school. In first grade, when we were learning how to read more complatied and complex books, we would be paired up with a partner in our class. The way it worked it was that you picked a number from a jar and whoever also had the same number would be your partner. This happened on the second week of school and you were paired with that person until the …show more content…
I happened to be paired with the smartest guy in the class, Daniel. In return, I always wanted to be like him. I wanted to be able to read the books he did. I wanted to be able to read as smooth as he did but I was never able to. Daniel encouraged me to become a better reader each week. Although, he was the smartest in the class, he was not one to brag to everyone around that he was better than everyone else. He was very quite with it. A couple weeks into school he became my best friend. We would be to spend every second together, in and outside of school. Many times when we hung out he would help me with reading. He would let me read a loud to just him, helping on the way I read aloud and the stories I read. He knew how much I hated it and he wanted more than anything to show me the joy of reading and how you can read just for fun. He throughout the school year he would challenge me to read a certain book by a certain date. At first I loved the challenge, but soon it became boring to me. There were some books that I could read but I wouldn't understand why someone would read them for fun. They just didn't make sense to me. But I
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
During my first few weeks, I met a student named Joseph. He towered over me at 6-foot-4 and weighing 300 pounds. At first, I didn't know what to expect from him.I was surprised to learn he had failed the 9th grade twice and with this being his third try he was in the same grade as his younger brother, Jason. Joe and I became friends fast. I was treated differently because of my skin color but Joe did not judge me. Through students chit-chatter, I learned Joe was very popular and on the football team but had unexpectedly quit his first year. Joe struggled with his classes especially in English and Mathematics. One day in English, another kid was struggling to read a passage aloud, the classroom was filled with snickers and the teacher made the poor kid continue. After class, Joe comforted the kid and made him smile. That was his talent,, he had the ability to make people feel better.
Beginning in grade school students are taught a basic curriculum for English, some of the basics being: five sentences equaling a paragraph and five paragraphs equaling a essay. The beginning of the English learning stage is a time to get engaged in reading and writing. Honestly, most children when they are younger start loving to read and write but do they stay that way throughout middle school, high school, or even college? No, nine out of ten times kids who started out loving to read and write end up dreading it. But why? Every students has their own personal reason. Some may have never fully understood how to read or write and was to embarrassed to speak up others may have disorders such as dyslexia which makes reading and writing difficult. In my case I had a passion for reading and writing when I was younger. As I grew up I did not like the material that had to be read or the papers that was required to be written; but since I knew the work had to be done accurately in order for me to pass the class I learned to tolerate the subject.
John Holts paper ' 'How teachers make students hate reading" outlines key causes of why students come to hate reading and writing. In his paper he outlines problems arising from reading assignments that are too hard for the student with questions designed to bring out points that should have been learned with spelling tests that are of little to no interest to the student. He talks about mandatory reading that is one-dimensional and overdone without ever letting the students have an opportunity to say what they really thought about the book. With the fear of humiliation students are made to read aloud and when mistakes are made they are instantly known to every one in the room. This continues to the point where the safest thing to do is to
...dealt with boring things that happened in the past. My school did this to try to prepare the students for the SAT’s. In junior year, when it came time to take the SAT’s, I hated it. After I was always forced to read books that were not exciting I never found myself simply reading for pleasure.
Most of us have struggled with literacy at one point. Literacy is a learning process; there 's always something new to improve on. My biggest struggle in literacy is
‘I am going to fail’ was the very first thought that crept into my mind on that very first day of class. Before I stepped into the classroom on the first day, I felt pretty good about my writing. I had done previously well in English, and didn’t think this class would be much of a challenge. This all changed on the first day of school, when my professor talked about the level of reading and writing expected for this class. I remember thinking ‘I don’t read, why couldn’t I have been born someone who likes to read? !’
No one could ever comprehend the hatred I had for reading- no one. Reading to me was just like being deathly ill, stuck inside, watching the neighbors play and know you couldn't join. On Monday morning I sat down in my teacher Mrs. Daniels class. I had a strange feeling reading would be an assignment coming up soon. I was dreading what I knew she was going to say next. “Class you will have 4 weeks to complete this book.” As I heard these words come out of her mouth I lowered myself into my seat like a turtle slowly going into its shell. I felt as if I was drowning and no one could save me until my life was over. Not only did I hate reading but I hated it even more when I was forced to. I thought in my head, “Why. Why make us read a dumb book that will do nothing but take away my social life.” Never did I know the book I was about to read would have such an impact
miscommunication, which in ways could cause loss of work time, due to doing the wrong job.
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.
When it comes writing words can not explain how i feel,but i will try to explain my hatred. First off writing for me is a outlet some people may think this is good thing. Well no they're wrong in my opinion. If a teacher gives a writing assignment about why cell phones are not allowed in school i will start by writing about cell phones and then trail off into why I hate the principle for banning cell phones in the first place. What I think makes a good paper or book is when the author takes life there life experiences and talk about it, but I take this to another level and ramble on and on . Life experiences are good to put in a paper but, facts are better. Another reason why i hate writing is someone always seem to have something to say about
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.
Reading has been a part of my life from the second I was born. All throughout my childhood, my parents read to me, and I loved it. I grew up going to the library and being read to constantly. Especially in the years before Kindergarten, reading was my favorite thing to do. I grew up loving fairy tales and thriving on the knowledge that I could have any book I wanted, to be read to me that night. Having no siblings, my only examples were my parents, and they read constantly. Without a family that supported my love of reading throughout my childhood, I wouldn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I have and do now.
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.
Study is necessary to succeed. Study is a good way to develop our mental. Study can increase our experience and knowledge. Study can also train our mind to understand the complexities of the subject chosen and then apply that understanding in practical terms. Through study, we can learn how to discipline ourselves to do something you don’t want to do, which will help us succeed in anything in our life.