When life throws you off a mountain, then stomps on your face about 1000 times, it’s pretty horrible. I’ve never been great at dealing with my emotions and that’s not good. I would hold them all in and that went on for 3 years, then I exploded. When that happened, I fell into a destructive state of mind. I isolated myself from my entire family and friends, it got so bad that I hurt myself the summer before I started 8th grade. For the next 5 months, I was suffocating and I didn’t know how to stop. It wasn’t until my mom found out she immediately made an appointment to bring me in for therapy. That’s when my love for reading and writing got its start. In 8th grade, when my mom took me to therapy, my therapist’s name was Lisa and she’s the one who got me into reading. At the beginning of my …show more content…
I didn’t realize how much it would help me to write down my thoughts that day or to write made up stories about people like me but I would give them all a happy ending because I feel that almost everyone deserves a happy ending, when they’ve gone through hell. Writing helped me get my anger and sadness out into words, but with my anger, I would write swears all over the page, it helps a lot more than hitting a pillow. When “Gurba vs. D155” started, you know neighbors suing the school district over the bleachers I was terrified to come to school because I had a feeling that something bad would happen either to me in school or to my mom while she was home alone all day. It still scares me to this day. I kept a notebook, a lot of notebooks around with me all day during school hours and at home. I found comfort when I wrote myself little notes saying that things will be okay and no one’s crazy enough to do anything horrible to me or my family. Writing is what I use to calm myself down, to try to reassure myself that things aren't as bad as I think they
When we both finally purchased our copies, I read much faster than Emma. Then one night during the summer before sophomore year, I started to read at around eight at night. I then heard my phone buzz. I knew that it was Emma texting me about the book. She told me that she was reading it too, but she was at least 200 pages behind me.
So in terms of my stress level it's pretty high this year. About two or three weeks ago my oldest sister called and told me that our mother had to go to the emergency room for health related problems with her kidneys and that our dad was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. As a compilation of all these things going on in my personal life, all of it had an effect on me emotionally. However, rather than expressing my personal problems I still tried to keep all these things bottled in. I continued to do my job, go to class, and pick up hours for various things for extra compensation.
I am Crystal Huang and I’m in 7th grade. I have been in Harvard in 5th grade, Cal or UC Berkeley in 6th grade, and now I am in UCLA in 7th grade. In 5th grade, I didn't really enjoy reading because reading was something I was struggling with at school. I wasn't interested in reading because I struggled a lot. Now throughout time, I saw so many books that I enjoyed with the support from my teachers like Ms.Adams, Ms.Jam, Ms.Roberto, and Mr.Howe in book club.
Some nights I would beg for her to read them for me. I remember my first book I tried reading was from Dr. Seuss. I thought it would be a good idea to write about one of my favorite others from my childhood. I learned about his family and his life, a lot of what I never even knew. I hope you enjoy learning about his life as much as I did.
My world started collapsing when the disastrous terrorist attack, 9/11, struck fear in my parents' heart. I was only one year old during that time bathed with happiness, my parents would never fight or argue, however, this perfect atmosphere incinerated to ashes on a single day. Sadly, my father's job was affected by the terrorist attack due to them hijacking the planes, which resulted in the temporary termination of airline jobs. Thus, as the stress encapsulated my parents' mentality, quarrels became a part of our daily lives. Looking back from now, our financial situation might have replenished steadily, yet, my life would never be the same again.
Everyone Grows Up Sometime: Coming of Age in To Kill a Mockingbird Prior to the spring break of my seventh grade year, I didn’t know how harsh the world could really be. I mean I knew about sickness, violence, death, all that good stuff, but I just sort of blew it off because nothing in my life had happened to where I needed to face those things. When I was 12 during spring break, I was as happy as any child would be on their spring vacation, but one day my parents pulled me and my brother aside and told us some pretty devastating news. They had told us that our grandfather had passed away in a house fire a few days ago.
In high school I was assigned to a Sarah Schuette, who was my case manager in the rescue room in high school. She is the reason I started loving to read and write. With her support and encouragement I was able to do any class in high school that I wanted, she made me take a writing class and a individualized reading class, which grew my love for reading and writing. I love to read books that I will learn from, I read a lot of books about horses as they are a big part of my life.
My relationship with literacy has been a journey all on its own. From learning how to sound out letters and words, to reading my first sentence , I have developed quite a valuable foundation and platform, that will eventually guide me to success. I have had the pleasure of experiencing a love that just continues to blossom. A love that will never fail, nor will I fail it. This love that I speak of is my passion for reading, writing and literacy as a whole.
I was reading one Buffy the Vampire Slayer book a day until suddenly my brother included a new book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. One day, my mother had gotten worried that I was spending too much time alone in my room. She went to check on me only to find me scribbling away in a notebook with several other spiral notebooks scattered on my bed. I revealed to my mother that I had been reading novels for months, which had inspired me to try writing myself as well as, my brother had been supplying me with novels, notebooks, and was even editing my story for me. To my surprise, my mother was excited to learn of my interest in reading and writing.
I would answer back, “Because it’s fun.” The look of confused horror on her face almost made me laugh. There were times when I tried to persuade her to read with me, she said she hated reading and didn’t see the point of it. With me being young then I never thought that there were people who didn’t like to read, I always thought of reading as one of the greatest gifts we could bestow upon
My Journey to Literacy Have you ever reflected on how you became the literary genius that you are? This is my story or should I say journey to literacy. My trek starts with my Mom reading to me as soon as I came out of the womb. She read to me from childhood well into my grade school years. Writing started with breakfast everyday as I copied words from cereal boxes.
Books were my most loyal companions during my childhood, dedicated to fending off loneliness and boredom. As a child, my childhood consisted of the rest of my family being too busy to play with me. The rowdiness and the sizzling of grilled meat in my parents’ restaurant left little chances for me to talk with them. My friends lived a distance too far for my short legs to reach. Instead, my constant partner was books.
During my elementary years, I don’t recall being interested in reading, but I do remember the first time I fell in love with it. I was in my 7th-grade reading class. I just completed a quiz when my teacher realized that I had nothing to do after. She offered me a book that I will remember for the rest of my life because it is the book that basically started my reading journey. It was called Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper, I loved the book so much that I read the whole entire series.
These struggles I had to face really hurt me inside, but I kept going and nothing could stop me. I had an interest of writing ever since I was young. I had a very pleasing childhood with my siblings. I remember the first day that I could write and talk. The person who really inspire me to start writing was my aunt.
There have been many times where it is just ridiculously challenging to express negative emotions without feeling like I am using the wrong words or nor saying what I truly mean. There have also been times where opposingly, I have experienced tremendous joy and happiness that triggers me to physically write a memoir of it either shared on social media or in personal writing. With both types of situations, negatives and positives, there is a high chance of a great lesson to be necessarily memorized and absorbed. I believe that every individual goes through the heart-wrenching moment of lonely despair while facing stressful challenge. Friends and family will always be able to supply a certain level of support, but there are moments where it’s hard for them to completely understand and see into someone else mind.