Marcus recalls his first teacher to be a strict but fair woman. During most school days, while the children had nap-time, Ms. Cliff would take out her daily newspaper and read to herself. However, one of her students did not participate in nap-time. Every day, four-year-old Marcus would sit up on his plastic red and blue mat and try to read his teacher’s newspaper. Understandably, Ms. Cliff thought the little child was being
Finding Literacy in Rare Places I did not find my love for reading in the same ways as many of my friends and peers did. While they found their love for reading in Harry Potter, Twilight and the Judy B Jones series, I found my love for reading in the books, stories, and news articles about a war taking place in a country I have never heard of. It was not about exploring the fictional world for me, it was about exploring the one I was already in, even though it was not as magical as Hogwarts. It all happened one day in my tenth grade year when a teacher that knew I was interested in global affairs asked me if I wanted to be involved in a video conference. I agreed to participate but as the days passed I grew more and more anxious of what it
Growing up I looked up to my mother. She was the only one in my family who actually enjoyed reading and writing, compared to the rest of my family who prefered to solve math problems or study random facts. My mother liked to read stories and I would ask her to read to me before bed to avoid going to sleep each night. One thing she would do was read to my younger brother and I as many stories as we wanted on Christmas eve. We had an endless supply of short children’s books.
I struggled on every single book and test. Mrs. Spooner, my fourth grade teacher, took me aside and ask me about if I actually was reading the books or not. As we both discussed, she knew I could read, but did not know I was not understanding the material. We decided to tutor every Monday after school. I would read a book paragraph by paragraph, and once I was done reading one paragraph out loud, I would have
Mumbling the words I 'm not sure how to pronounce. Reading quietly so no one can hear me fumble my words was how I read when called on to read in class. However due to being forced to read To Kill a Mockingbird, Fahrenheit 451, Dante 's Inferno, and the Odyssey in a short period of time taught me to read at an average high school pace. My reading times became shorter while the pages grew in number. The idea of reading aloud will forever strike fear into my bones, but I have regained enough confidence to make it through the
Everything was going smoothly until the word “island” came up, and I pronounced it “is-land”- I was so embarrassed. Well as embarrassed as a first grader reading to his Mom could be. Although this story is such an insignificant part of my life, for some reason it has always stuck with me as my earliest reading memory-and perhaps ignited the negativity I have towards reading and writing. I have never particularly enjoyed reading or writing, not because I’m not good at it, but mostly because it is a tedious and almost excruciating task, especially after long days of school and sports-something I know far too well. Much like Malcolm X, I have never enjoyed reading as a kid.
I found myself in on level English two hours a day. In that classroom, I would find myself grudgingly writing many papers over the course of the year. A specific paper comes to mind for all the wrong reasons. We were to write a small book about a topic we had never written about before. I choose to write about epilepsy.
I don 't exactly remember the day learned to read, I guess learning to read came hand in hand with learning to write, slowly. I remember having to copy words off of a blackboard onto paper, then re-write those words over and over again until I not only memorized how to write them but also how to pronounce them. I remember every Friday was library day in elementary school and my friends and I would always fight to be first in line to get to the sports section because we never wanted to have to read anything "boring". I enjoy reading for pleasure but I dislike reading for information, most likely because I have a difficult time learning something just by reading it, I am more of a hands on learner. I enjoy the Killing series by Bill Orielly,
His mum, Eve, instilled a wonderful work ethic in him, whilst ensuring that he always knew what was truly important in life. His family assisted in his businesses from the beginning by selling ‘Student’ magazines for him, which was the first company he ever launched when he was at the tender age of fifteen. He had absolutely no experience when he started that business however, he always felt as though challenging himself was necessary. And a challenge it was. Because of his dyslexia, he had trouble with school and found that reading and writing was difficult, yet, he did not allow that to stop him from having a magazine.
Middle school was the beginning of long textbooks and the curriculum that forced you to read and interpret books in their way. At that moment my love for reading disappeared, I didn’t like being told that I had to read a science fiction novel like House of the Scorpion or interpret The Outsiders in the way that I did. Literary classes picked apart the story so much you were unable to imagine the characters and the
I am usually described as an outgoing and crazy person because I am very social. Meredith is a funny teenager who isn’t afraid to do anything. One of her videos was about her morning routine and obviously you would expect a teenager to wear makeup. However, Meredith doesn’t wear makeup to show everyone that they don’t need makeup to feel
Observing Video Written Reflection This was an interesting activity. I spoke with Mrs. Nichols prior to visiting her room. She has been teaching for fifteen years and was very comfortable with me being in there. I am in and out of rooms on a regular basis in my role as a campus instructional coach, but I have never watched a class with the particular goal of looking at equality, at least not in regards to many of the topics in this assignment. I have addressed equality in reading material due to complaints from parents that the material being presented in class is too often focused on African American literature, or the opposite, there is not enough literature included in the curriculum that represents Caucasian authors.
Literacy is the most important thing you can achieve in your life, but for some of us it will continue to be a lifelong struggle. When I was about 3 years old my parents found out I had some learning problems which they said was because I could not hear when I was a baby. My parents wanted me to be successful and they always had a lot of books around for me to read and they always read to me when I was little, but I still had a very hard time reading. I did like looking at all the pictures and would look at books all the time, but I just couldn’t figure out the words. My mom bought cards that had pictures and