I always had a hard time reading, but yet it was not the words I had problems with. I knew what all the words were by memorizing them. However, when it came to stories, I could not remember what I read. I realized this when I took an assessment test in second grade. But after a couple of months of reading out loud, and the games my mother would play with me, reading got a lot easier and after a while I actually enjoyed it.
I was only six years old when I took the ACT (Assessment Comprehensive Test). My heart was pounding and all of the sudden the room got hot; my nerves were setting in. I knew how to answer the questions all I had to do was fill in the bubble with the correct answer. But what was the correct answer? I read each story and question over and over trying to answer them correctly. It was giving me a headache just looking at all the words. I was so overwhelmed that I thought
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My mother, on the other hand, was calm and told me that we would keep practicing and that eventually I would get better. It was a comforting that she had faith in me. At the time though, getting better seemed impossible. My mother came up with a lot of different tactics to help improve my reading skills. She would tell me to read out loud to my brother and sister. I never wanted to because I knew I would not understand or remember what I read. After I would read a couple of pages my mom would stop me and ask me questions about what I had just read. She would ask what happened, why did it happen, and what the result was at the end. If I did not understand we would go over it again. I would get so frustrated, I could feel myself getting mad at myself because I did not understand, and sometimes I would cry because I would get so upset. When my mother saw that my reading skills were not improving quick enough, she tried other ideas that made it funnier for me to
I would hide my frustration from my parents and they kept encouraging me to try but in some cases were trying hard to find the right process to help me read. My older brother would read The Little Golden Books to me and I would memorize the words on the page then recite them as if I was
For me, the reading and comprehension isn't that difficult. Its more of learning who is who. For example, when someone is talking with no quotation at the end, its hard for me understand who is talking. Throughout the year of 2017-2018, I need to find a way to keep track of all the characters and understand who is who. This will help me later in the future while I am reading harder books for literature.
A tool that most would know how to do by the 4th grade. But while I sat there wanting to fall into a big hole, my teacher was thinking and plotting a plan to make me successful as a reader. With the help of my mother, another student, and a couple of wonderful teachers my reading was on the way to improving.
Reading just doesn't interest me like it used to. I now feel as though reading just wastes time you could be using to do something productive. My summer reading book for my freshman year was Lord Of The Flies, written by William Golding in the year of 1954. Lord Of The Flies took all my motivation to read, and shattered it into a million pieces. Since that book, I am yet to read another one for fun again.
Granted the book were extremely good from what I can remember. But It was anthing compared to harry potter and twilight, or any other book that my peer were reading. When it came time to starderd test like the EOG, I was given extra time, I had some one actual read my test to me. The Next big step for me in my reading happened in 7th grade when I found a new book series to read.
This challenge was both exciting and rewarding. The class progressed quickly, it started moving at an extremely fast rate, and seemed to be getting only faster. When the first test came I
Even though I still struggle with a reading, I become better than before. I have more confidence to ask when I need or want to know the words. Reading give straight and opens the mind. I expect to be a better reader and writer. Reading is the key to filling and empty
I was taught to read by sounding out letters and breaking words down. My daycare teachers, my older brothers, and my parents told me the easiest way to learn how to read was to sound out your word. Of course, getting to know the sounds of the letters was the trick. At first C’s and S’s sounded alike and they still do. Differentiating between letters and sounds was also a trick.
When I was a child, I always had to read paragraphs multiple times because I struggled with reading. This caused me to spend more time on reading than other children reading the same material. I thought I was stupid. Then one morning, my mother told me that I had dyslexia. Dyslexia causes reading and writing to require more energy and time.
It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces.
Literacy Autobiography My mother read to me as a child for fun and school. She read us books such as, Go Dog Go, You Read to Me, I’ll Read to you, and To Kill a Mockingbird. My father read books to my sister and I, such as Fairy Realm, Little House, and Percy Jackson, before bedtime. I now find reading very enjoyable, even though my dyslexia has made reading more difficult.
From a very young age, about 5, I remember reading being the easiest thing I knew how to do. Most kids in my school hated it, but I had a passion for reading. The liberating feeling, and sensation of being able to do something on my own, encouraged me to read even more. Two people
When I started to learn how to read I remember reading the book Corduroy it was one of my favorite books when I was a child. My teacher read it to my Kindergarten class one day and from that day it became my favorite book. During that time I was learning how to read it was a hard time pronouncing the words since I was still learning all of the alphabets and the way they sound. It took some time and my older sister helped me a lot on pronouncing letters and words.
When I look back in my life, I remember failing many of my literacy tests. All throughout middle school I had a really hard time understanding poetry, novels, and even short stories. I would study really hard in order to grasp the topic and thought I understood it really well. However, when I went to go take the test I would fail and have to retake it. Back then, I never would have thought I would get good grades in any english course.
My mother education was unlike the education my generation have to face today. They went to the library to study and to do research for their projects. They were healthier and more active. She said “kids was able