I started reading from a very early age, perhaps the age of four or five. The first book that changed my life was the Charlotte’s Web as it initiated me into the world of reading and inspired me to be the book worm I am today. Books were my best friends during my childhood and I devoured all the books from my dad’s library. He was more than happy to get me all the books I asked for. My father got me some post cards to write letters to my friends and relatives as a method to improve my handwriting. This was the first step to my writing world. I got into the habit of writing letters regularly and I did make a few pen pals during those days. As I got busier in life E-mails slowly replaced the handwritten notes but I definitely lost something that was very close to my heart. Skype, Email and text messages are not treasured in the way my hand written letters and post cards have been for years. …show more content…
I have been writing since I was 12. I remember the first poem I composed was well appreciated by my teachers and it was published in the school magazine. That incident boosted my confidence and motivated me to write on a regular basis. The main topics of my writing used to be my dreams, people I met, rainy day and everything that managed to catch my attention. This habit helped me score well in my essay writing examinations and my teachers were quite happy with my style of writing. The more I was appreciated by my teachers, the more motivated I was to read and
Imagine going to school daily until the age of 8 and guessing words when I read. There are memories of childhood bullies that made me feel less than but their words also served as motivation to learn. I have memories of being called stupid and dumb and being teased because I lacked the inability to comprehend certain phrases and words. Imagine being asked to read in Sunday and not being able to say any of the words. This was the first years of my reading journey.
My feelings toward writing aren 't good nor bad. Writing is something i have had difficulty with in my past. I have no problem brainstorming ideas on what topics to write my assignments on, even if i am given a prompt, but I do have difficulty with sitting down and planning my work. I always find myself getting stuck. So I almost never take the time out to plan out my ideas i come up with.
Exit Essay Before fall semester started my writing skill were not the best as my high school was not as strict in writing structure. The way I write has gotten sloppy and careless but I saw some improvement this fall semester In semester in English 1301, I have relearn grammar and sentence structure.
I think it was either second or third grade when I got assigned my first book to read. This also came with a book report. Thinking to myself, “I wish I didn’t have to do this.” Graff had the same experience in my mind. We both weren’t motivated to read, just didn’t like doing it.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
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.
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.
Every single night my mom and I would pick out a book from the shelf to read before I went to bed, this is probably where I took my very firsts steps in reading. After that, unlike some of you uncultured swine, I continued my adventures in reading in Pre-K. I actually
In 5th grade I realized writing was my passion. I like writing all types of things, whenever I had to write an essay for a class, I would get excited. My teacher taught us the importance of imagery in writing. She assigned us a poem to write to enter in a contest, the winner would get published. I was delighted to write I went home and wrote the poem before it was
Getting started was exceptionally challenging, especially with subjects that required specific details. Now when it came to reading, I loved reading books that were very interesting to me. Of course I loathed reading things that I found boring or uninteresting. I had to make myself like what I read in order to complete homework. Writing was not my favorite thing to do in middle school and my
Although I embraced reading at an extremely young age and adored books, I often struggled in my younger years only to overcome the difficulties presented alongside reading, ultimately affecting my mentality and success throughout high school. I remember entering the Albion Public Library, the smell of musty pages and vanilla flavored coffee hitting me like a ton of bricks. Once a week, my mom would take my brothers and I to story time while she scoured the
Amy Purdy asks “If your life was a book and you were the author, how would you want your story to go?” To start off, every person is born into different situations in different parts of the world. Some people are able to choose our environment and community others have limited mobility. People have different rights and social abilities around the world, but we all want to achieve happiness. Despite there being different levels of control over ones situation, the one thing we are in control of is how each person reacts to the situation at hand.
The first memory I have of reading is in first grade. Every once and a while, parents were allowed to come to class and hear their kids read to them, so the kids can show off their progress they have made. Naturally I was excited for this, because I love to show off (humbly) my competency in nearly everything I can and this was a perfect opportunity for me to shine. I went over to the bookshelf and picked out a book that was challenging, yet not too hard, and sat down with my Mom so I could read to her.
Think of a time when life was rough and you were facing adversity, many people would become depressed and just allow it to happen or give up while others remain optimistic. By being optimistic, you have faith in yourself and your future. When I was six years old, I was riding a bike with training wheels. All of my friends are riding around on two wheels having fun; I felt left out. Coming home from school everyday, I would beg my mom for a two wheeler.
Writing is a skill that is necessary for life. Writing gives you the ability to express yourself in ways that talking could not. From a young age, I loved to write. Writing acted as a scapegoat to me. It allowed me to vanish from reality.