My parents said to me like it was one of the hardest thing to do you are getting held back holding my hand tightly. After a few seconds to take it in I ask why why¨ why am I getting held back!! With sorrow on their face about to cry they said you can 't read as the other kids. Learning to read was going to be a challenge but I knew I had to overcome it but it was later on though. I didn 't like that when I was younger but now I like that I did.
The history of my literacy has been a long road of a frustration and learned lessons. As a child, I was a bit of a loner so reading and writing were the closest thing to a social life for me. The things that I bottled up inside came out through my writing and it became somewhat of a pass time for me. As long I could remember literacy as has been an important value for me in my life because from very young age I got express my true self without being judged by the outside. Even though in my later years I would deal with some heartaches and set back that lead me to give up on my love for reading.
You could say I had multiple areas I needed to work on. I asked too many questions, talked too much, too loud, “always never paying attention!” Yes, I was an annoying little shit. As I grew up with hatred and discouragement all from this one phrase, I no longer felt like a person but just a word and that word was “annoying.” So then I threw out the old me and learned to contain myself, which I have always regretted. Because when I found myself I realized annoying wasn’t me I was annoying. So if you’d please listen now because annoying is coming you’re way with a whole other meaning.
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.
One teacher I remember most in seventh grade is Mrs. Geiman, she was a really funny teacher that seemed like she really enjoyed her job. I remember Mrs. Geiman had a small class my hour and so we didn’t have much to do for a week so we watch movies with Patrick Swayze because Mrs. Geiman had a big crush on him. A prominent teacher during my eighth grade year is Mr. Self because he was really funny and made his class very enjoyable. Mr. Self made sure his classes were having fun but also learning. In eighth grade I did Quiz Bowl and it was one of the most enjoyable things because I was pretty good at it.
During those first few months of school, it was hard to comprehend anything the teacher or the other students were saying but I still followed along with the rest of the class. Simple questions like 1+1 were easy to answer but for other things I remained quiet and just listened. Repeatedly, in class we would work on sounding out words and differentiating between short vowel sounds and long vowel sounds. My teacher had a lot of patience with me, she saw how hard I was trying to learn the language. The new friends that I made in school were also helpful, even though half the
She is very social with her classmate and did not want to feel alone. However as months passed progress was beginning to show. She is able to read only certain sight words on a second grade level but was slowly building her vocabulary. She demonstrates increased reading skills when provided with picture clues for stories as well as when reading books with repetitive lines. She is able to produce sentences using a word bank paired with pictures with 10 to 14 words in the bank, with the words color-coded by parts of speech and set up in a subject-verb-object format.
Finally 2 months later, I started school, everything was different to my country and there were people from all countries. I made new friends and I was doing so good in school, I were learning a new language, English, it was amazing. Even though,it was hard to read and speak the english i felt comfortable because in my class everyone was just learning like me. After the time passed I did it, but now i’m out of the ESL and sometimes I feel bad and less the other because almost in all my classes everyone can speak and understand English pretty good . While sometimes I don 't understand certain things and I feel embarrassed to ask for help or say that I didn 't understands.
On a similar note, “Mother to Son” brings to life a talk that a mother is giving her son, telling him “Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair” (Hughes) in hopes of encouraging him not to give up. In addition to hardships, both stories also revolve around hope. The speaker in “The Writer” wishes his daughter will be successful, and speaks at length about how she hangs on every word like great writers. When his daughter stops writing, the speaker feels worried because he does not want her to fail. Similarly the
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
During the middle of the year and my third reading test, something clicked. I flew through each reading. I was the fastest reader in my class. My teacher would write my parents notes on how quick and successful I was at reading. Now, I enjoy reading, but not as much as I used to.
Teaching Pearl these lessons for her to be wiser and better is Hester caring for Pearl. If she was not caring, Hester would not bother passing her lessons on to Pearl. All in all, Hester should be able to keep Pearl because Pearl is the only thing Hester has in life, Pearl is a blessing and a retribution, and Pearl saved Hester. Hester may not be the best mother, but Pearl will be able to learn from her mistakes to be wiser and better. Therefore, Hester should be able to keep
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To come into a new school and have to catch up on a fairly decent sized book, when I can 't stand reading anyway, was probably my only bad experience in the class. I had to get caught up on the book but we started another story before I could. When we started Goodnight and Good Luck it was much easier for me to stay with the movie and understand what was going on, because I was here when we started it. We watched the movie so it technically wasn 't a story, but a