I ran into my bedroom. Hopped in my bed and waited for my dad to come read me a story. Well I remember doing that but I don't remember the books I reed? Except one! Don't Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus By: Mo Willems. As a toddler reading was fun, because the books were all pictures! As I grew as a reader I gradually started to dislike reading. As long I remember ago besides getting reed to in bed was in first grade I would sit at my desk and “read” my book but unfortunately I would get a little off task. I would look at the artwork on the walls around the room and look at the kids reading their books around me. I just would not read my book. Everyone had the choice of what they wanted to read but I just was dispassionate for reading. My favorite …show more content…
I had know idea what those where. The first chapter book I reed was The Chocolate Touch By: Margot Apple. As a reader I had a really hard time reading the difficult words and reading at the same pase as the other kids. I started getting books to take home to practice my reading skills with my mom. I also had my Language Arts teacher as a tutor after school on tuesdays. We worked on writing and reading. She was very nice but I felt like I was voiceless when it came to reading and …show more content…
I did not know at the time but I was in for a surprise at the end of the year. The same things happened again and again I read books I liked some I disliked some. Nothing new happened I just wanted to escape IEP. The books we reed made me feel like I was ten. I knew that the other class was not reading the books we were! They were reading the original The Christmas Carol By: Charles Dickens. We were reaing a book called The 8th grade year i have just started but I already like it more the things we read and write about are fassinating. I also love the large group! Now when I “read” my book I really do read my book as the characters and conflict all jump off the pages at me I definitely enjoy reading more than
I have always been and forever will be in love with reading. I realized this when I was in fourth grade with my teacher Mrs. Gokey. She had light brown curly hair with a few blonde strands here or there up to her shoulders, stood almost 6 feet tall, and had the gentlest hazel eyes a person could have. Mrs. Gokey would read us books every Friday as a sort of treat for getting through the week. One of her first reads was the book "Mick Harte Was Here".
I didn't read a book alone, but I read with my classmate and teacher in the classroom. I started reading more when I was in high school. Every day during after school, I always bought a book to Mrs.Hills (He is the computer minister, which I had a my 9th math in his class) and we are read together. The books that I read in the high school are Fence, Dark Water, Under the Never Sky, the Lord of the Flies, and the Rising Sun. My favorite book is Under the Never Sky.
My freshman year continued with much confusion. The only reading that I was doing then was just reading Fanfiction, but those stories are just written by kids like me, with the same english skills as me. I found it extremely entertaining, but nothing about it was making me a better reader. I just needed to read more books that would challenge me. Reading is not my favorite activity.
My favorite author was the writer for Goosebumps when I was 4 years old and we read many books from the Goosebumps series. I also developed an interest in chapter books. I was in the second grade when my mom and dad would read to me these books. We read together the Hobbit, Phantom Tollbooth, and Percy Jackson series. I also read some current events on my own in school.
They were the same books that my grandmother had given to my father. My father let my brother read while I listened. As my brother and I got older, I was the only child that still read with our dad.
My Literacy Narrative I was never truly an avid reader when I was younger. I was the oldest of five siblings and left in charge of taking care of my younger brothers and sister. I was more prone to spending time outside than reading a book. Of course, I did find myself enjoying a good mystery novel, but playing ball would always trump even a good book.
In today’s society, there is an immense amount of young adults and teenagers who don’t enjoy reading as much as teens from the eighties. This may be because of the increase in technology starting from the beginning of the twenty-first century, or just because people choose not to read. One of the most evident reasons to why teenagers in this century have to force themselves to read is because of all the other distractions and things they would rather be doing than sit in complete silence, reading a book. This isn’t a cause for celebration, or a statement implying that reading is only for educational purposes and not the enjoyment, because it isn’t.
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.
Literacy has applied over the course of my education and my life. As an education major, I believed that literacy was an ability to learn how to read and write. Furthermore, literacy has been a part of my education. I have come to an understanding that literacy is a lot more than what it seems. It’s about expressing yourself that includes your opinions and feelings.
But that confidence soon began to subside. In elementary school, we would have an annual test that determined whether a student can be placed in an advance or tutorial reading class, and every year I would be placed into the advance reading courses, so when it came time to take the test, I knew there wasn’t anything for me to worry about. And even though my score was one of the highest in the class, I still ended up in a reading tutorial class. I was a little taken aback by it, but it didn’t stop me from my love of reading and writing and plus I could switch out of those classes is I showed improvement. So I did my best to try and show that I didn’t need the extra help like some others did, but all my hard work went in vain
Today the books that always manage to get my attention are usually the books based on true events. My earliest memory of being read to isn’t necessarily being read to by my parents but being read to by teachers. Both my parents were always working, so they never had time to read to me. I didn’t have any older siblings to help me so when I started school, it was the first time I was exposed to reading.
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.
I cannot remember exactly when I first learned to read. I image it would have began during my early school years. I was never or have ever been passionate about reading, however I did like my mum reading books to me at bed time as a child. I grew up in Liverpool, England were reading was never a priority. The only thing I liked to do when I was younger was play football (Soccer) and that’s exactly what I did whenever I had the opportunity to do so.
My experience as a reader isn 't as extraordinary as many, but I love to read. I had some great teachers throughout my education that taught me to enjoy reading challenge oneself and not be intimidated by it. Through college and today I do not have much time to read, other than school books speech, education ,and reading. Those are the sweet books I know read.
We took our time as we read aloud and followed along with our finger. After partaking in this reading program I was skilled in reading and was finally sent back to class. I put my reading skills into action any time the teacher needed a volunteer to read from the textbook. Confidence was pouring out of me as I skimmed through the passages. My literary confidence was soon put to the test when writing was put into play.