every book in each series stored in my attic. They are The Boxcar Children, Junie B. Jones, and The Magic Tree House. The Boxcar Children is a series of novels written by Gertrude Chandler Warner. In the first book of the series, four children become orphans. They ran away from their grandfather
reader and I would get so frustrated. During this time I would struggle greatly with reading the pages fluently, I also would mix up some of the letters at times. I also struggled with comprehension, as I got older. My mom would make me read the Junie B. Jones books by myself and then I would have to tell her what happened. Most
For myself, I believe that I could read quite easily and was able to pick up on it quickly. I really enjoyed reading and still do to this day. I was taught how to read through simple books I had a school and at my home. I remember those books having a similar format on each page with the way the sentence was set up, and the words which made that sentence. Reading those books were fun for me, especially when I was able to move up to the next level. As well, I can recall being read to as a child, either
instead of teaching me how to read? Am I ever gonna be done?’’ However after many months I had finally learned the alphabet. It’s was finally time to read my first book. Junie B. Jones y el autobus tonto y apestoso By Barbara Park which translates to Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus. The story followed a young named Junie B. Jones, and her experience riding a school bus for the first time. I could relate a lot with this story because I was still new to riding the school bus too. After a bit, I
Growing up in a very strict household meant that I read a lot in my free time. During those times I would read books like If You Give a Mouse a Cookie By Laura Joffe Numeroff, Clifford By Norman Bridwell and of course Junie B. Jones series By Barbara Park. I remember back in Kindergarten when I first walked into class and my teacher Mrs. Williamson read us the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. After she read us the book she asked each of us to go to our desk and write what we understood from
As a child, I got taught how to read by my parents. They always told me to try my best and sound out the words before giving up and asking them. My parents always told me to turn off the TV and pick up a book or else my brain is going to become fried. Reading has taught me to relax and when I am having a stressful day a book can distract me from my problems and calm me down. The impact of reading has been positive for me through the times at school when the bookmobile came, when my stress levels
final chapter in the book. I screamed for joy and ran to spread the exciting news to my mom about me finishing that book. She cradled me and told me that she was proud of me. Finishing that book gave me the confidence to start a new book about Junie B. Jones. I climbed into my bed to start a book while listening to crickets chirp outside my window. I was able to read the majority of it easily, however there were a few parts that I struggled to read and asked for help with. Before too long, I could
through elementary school, middle school, and high school has shaped me into the writer that shows today. In elementary school I discovered reading. My mom would always read to me. Listening to her smooth expressive voice telling the tales of Junie B. Jones always had me enchanted. I would always get her to read to me because she made it more enjoyable than what I experienced on my own when I would read books. Then my mom had to go on
Wonder: August Pullman suffers from Treacher Collin syndrome, which has left his face deformed. After being homeschooled he is enrolled at Beecher Prep, a private school. August, or Auggie, befriends Jack and Summer at school. August is bullied throughout the schoolyear by a student named Julian. When Halloween rolled around August went to school dressed in a Bleeding Scream outfit. During this day at school August blends in with other kids and overhears Jack saying that if he looked like Auggie
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. My
then write a book report on various books all of our own choosing. This always excited me considering I had grown to enjoy reading during my childhood. I would always choose books from the Junie b. Jones series written by Barbara Park. I enjoyed how free spirited yet peculiar the main character Junie was, Junie always reminded me a lot of myself and influenced me to always be true to who I’am.
Jones Smells Something Fishy by Barbra Park. Though I could finally read at grade level my writing was still subpar. I continued to write my letters and numbers backwards. When we learned about “finger space” in between words I struggled severely with the
Everyone has certain connections and feelings that revolve around reading, writing, and communication. One is either excited by reading a book for their English class or dreads it. While writing an essay moves some to be stressed out, it also moves some to have a reason to express themselves. A few people do great with speeches. Others have nervous breakdowns by just the thought of speeches. Basically, everyone feels differently towards each of these as it affects them inversely. I, myself, was affected
Do you consider yourself a reader now? If not, have you ever considered yourself a reader? Ten years ago if anyone had asked me this question, I would 've answered ‘without a doubt” in a heartbeat. My teachers had to pry books out of my hand because I couldn 't put it down until I finished. I received quite a few demerits that way. Today, however, I would be more hesitant to consider myself a reader. Within the past few years, I’ve read my fair share of books yet most have been for classes or work
class. During these different stages of my life, I learned how to comprehend more and gained a better vocabulary. As child reading was like having candy before bed. My mother used to always read to me bible scriptures, lullabies, and my favorite, Junie B Jones books. Reading became
First Reading/Writing/Literacy Experiences From a baby to a grade schooler, I had an extremely short attention span; therefore, the only time I enjoyed having books read to me was before bedtime. Because I was energetic, my mother was forced to lock the door while she was reading so I would not scurry out of the room. Despite my concentration issues, I enjoyed reading books with my mother. One of my favorite books was The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh because I was intrigued by the characters
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
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
I believe that confidence and attitude play a major part in someone’s academic success, my favorite subject in school has always been English; because for as long as I can remember I have always been great at the subject. I would say that I had my most significant experiences with literacy at the age of ten, in the fifth grade. My teacher that year was really good with her teaching skills, and we wrote a lot of essays in that class. That is where I learned about essay formatting, how to write an
My mom instilled loving to read books into me as a baby. She would just read anything just so I could hear her voice. I mostly remember hearing the swishing sounds as pages were flipped inside the Yellow Pages book,and her reading different addresses out. I remember every night racing my oldest and younger sisters to the playroom and climbing into our pink plastic chairs waiting at our pink plastic table for my mom to walk in with our Ticonderoga Golf pencils and the variety of tracing and reading