I remerber the first time I learned how to read. That was the hardest things I’ve ever learned. Because, when I was in kindergarden, I wasn’t a smart boy. I just wanted to play and play so, when my teacher asked me to read, I couldn’t do that because I never review my lesson at home. After that, my teacher told my mother to take me to a private class and also have to pay more to my school.
All my life, I was always told that I was so smart and advanced for my age. Everything came easy to me: math, writing, reading, sports, and even playing many instruments. All this came with little work. So I seldom ever had to study or practice for anything. This occurred all throughout elementary and middle school. I was even placed in honor classes, yet those classes still turned out to be quite easy for me. I had nothing less than an A, but that was all about to change once I got to high school.
I thought it was stupid having to read aloud, practicing on how I say certain words, having to start a sentence over until I didn’t stutter, re-reading the same page over and over until it didn’t me the longest time just to finish one page. But practicing every day, took a lot of patience for me and my mother, and it was all worth it, I don’t have trouble reading, it doesn’t take me long to read anymore, it easy to pronounce and spell words. Working out the issues I had with reading helped make it easier, and made me love to read ever since
I served for seven years in the same family in which I learned to read and write. I became friends with the younger, poorer children in my neighborhood. In exchange for food I made them unknowingly teach me the foundations for reading. I already knew the alphabet, but I had not yet learned to read complete words. I would occasionally
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
What made me the literate person I am today consists of 3 events from my childhood. To start off my reading career, the summer before 4th grade I stayed the night with my grandma. She was my best friend and introduced me to a lot of things, including Mid-Continent Library. The next morning we went to the Burr Oak Woods off 7 highway and had an awesome time! Afterwards we stopped at the library just down the street, I picked out 2 books a magazine and most importantly a movie. At the time I never knew a library would have those types of things so I was pleased. Instead of just using her Mid-Continent Library card to check out everything I had chosen she let me setup my very own! That was so exciting for me, I felt like a grownup, I even bought
For my literacy interview I interview a young lady by the name of Jeanette Zamarripa. I did Ms. Jeanette because I have gotten to know her over the years. I met Ms. Jeanette at Lone Star in Tomball a while back, we had a math class together, but we never really talk to each other, until last year we have several classes together, and we did remember each other from the math class we took a while back. I think everything happens for a reason, and that the Lord put people in your path for a reason as well. We were both attending UHD. However, we have become really good friends, I feel like I have known her for years, we get along really well. I choose her for my assignment because she told me about her struggles that she face when she was in elementary school, I think her journey is inspiring and amazing and others should know about it. If she doesn’t tell you about what she’s been through you could never guess. Ms. Jeanette English and Spanish is exceptional, she is fluent in speaking and writing them as well.
My grandmother signed me up to a online program called Hooked on Phonics to help me read and write, but i never paid attention to it and skipped all the lesson because it was boring. When i was young i felt like i was on my own because my mother was away and my father was somewhere and my grandmother had all her grandchildren she took care of, so nobody took the time to teach me how to read and write.
For as long as I can remember I have loved reading. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, it doesn’t really matter to me. I remember my mom trying to teach me how to read when I was three. I started off reading small Dr. Suess books and then it was on to newspapers and chapter books. One of my all-time favorite books when I was a kid was Junie B. Jones. I read all of the books with her name at the beginning of the title. Reading was a way for me to escape from reality. It’s like I would get lost in the books. I’d spend hours reading. At times I felt like I was the characters in the book. Reading exposed me to many different situations and outcomes, and it broadened my vocabulary. In a way reading helped me prepare for the real world. People usually
One of the strongest memories I have from learning to read was when I was unable to pronounce the word “the”. I remember this like it was yesterday. I was sitting in my parents wood paneled room on the first floor of my house. We would sit on their not so comfortable bed and my parents would shut off the tv and sit down next to me and listen to me read from one of the many books in the series Fun with Dick and Jane. The two or three word sentences like “See Jane run” seemed almost too easy for me until they contained two of the most frightening letters for me at the time, “th”.
I 've learned that reading and writing can take me any where I want it to go. I can explore my mind to go anywhere by imagination, by reading and writing.However,My reading and writing experience since I was a kid until now I still having a difficulty.
I think I am a good reader. I think this because my Lexile reading level is 807-957, which I think is pretty high for a 6th grader. By the end of the year I would like to increase my Lexile level to 980-1,000. The way I can achieve this is by reading harder books and having to understand the harder books.
A Learning Experience: Reading and Writing Through most of my adolescent years, reading books and writing my thoughts took patience that I lacked and a desire my mind could not want for. But as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. I know now that we are fortunate to have the opportunities to learn to read and write at such a young age. We are willingly and eagerly taught by our families, friends, neighbors, and teachers at school. But I find myself wondering, what about those that were not so lucky?
Early in my life, I used books as an escape from the harsh reality in front of me. When I was around five years old, I was trapped in an abusive and sheltered household. When the yelling started, I used to hide under my bed and stay very quiet. I would read any book that I could find to keep my mind off what was happening around me. I made myself a safe space under my bed with a light and pillows. I remember laying under there, wishing that I was one of the characters in my book. I prayed that somehow, I could be transported to another place where I felt safe and loved. However, through all that hardship, I developed a love for literacy. I would become so enthralled in a book that I could read for hours and never once look away.