Personal Narrative: My Love For Reading

My parents told me to check out books that did not relate to the kinds of books I liked, but I refused. If a book did not interest me, I wouldn’t read it at all. I would always see parents in the movies, or on a cartoon, read to their child before they would go to bed. I thought that was awesome, but it also sucked because my folks never read to me

Even children books just seemed like a boring attempt at forcing kids to start reading. Comic books felt different, their only purpose was to entertain me. If I did not understand a word I could just fall back to the images in the panel and I would still understand what was happening. The tutoring sessions soon became comic book reading time. My tutor was a fan of anything done by Marvel.

Inspiration Ever since I remember I have loved reading. I would stay up past my curfew reading with my book light, getting yelled out by my mom because I had school the very next day. It all started with my father reading me Dr. Seuss’s “One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish” and I would pick up on the words because we would read this book every night, and before I knew it I was reading it to him. I was around 5 at this time, and I remember that because my sister was still in her mother's belly and I would read to her from the outside world. When my sister was born we shared the same bedroom, and I would read to her before I went to bed.

In the essays, “Reading to Write” by Stephen King, “The Joy of Reading and Writing: Superman and Me” by Sherman Alexie, “Learning to Read” Malcolm X, and “Learning to Write” by Frederick Douglas have three things in common. In each essay Reading has contributed towards the authors life leading to benefit from learning to read, allowing them to leave a legacy behind. In each essay the authors has thought their self how unlike Frederick Douglass. For Stephen King, reading has done a lot for him. King stated, “Every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones” (221).

Before the start of this class, I overused common imagery such as “shine bright like a diamond” to try to convey my feelings. Writing with clichéd imagery dilutes the reader’s attachment to the story because emotions are absent. In this class, I have learned that I have to reflect on my true feelings and emotions before writing. Hopefully allows my readers to feel what I once felt. My favorite imagery that I have written in this class was the spider web in the essay about my grandfather.

In the first essay that we wrote, I was often making silly grammar mistakes such as comma splices for example “At that moment my love for reading disappeared I didn’t like being told that I had to read a science fiction novel like House of

Undoubtedly, my mother played a great role enhancing my reading and

Middle school was extremely ardous for me . I constantly had to write essays every single night because we read one novel every week. It seemed like I could never have a break from writing. The sheer amount of homework was nerve-wracking because I never expected this much homework. I remember expressing some of my my thoughts in my journal such as how hard writing essays was and how challenging my math tests were.

Now, we aren’t as serious as they are in the book about reading and censorship, but now parents are complaining about books like Of Mice and Men, and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, because of the language that is used. People need to read these books, so that they learn the history, and it should make them uncomfortable because it was not a good time in history and they need to learn about how racist and terrible it was for some

I struggled a lot with that lesson because I was so used to my old ways that I did not want to learn that actual right ways. I eventually got over my stubbornness and learned the rules for where to put the apostrophe. The knowledge in this course has helped me write my research paper for other college class, Dual General Psychology. The knowledge I learned from this class I used a lot to help me write my research paper in there.

He read every book that he could find, often walking several miles to borrow a book from a neighbor. Among those books were possibly the writings of Plutarch and Euclid, as well as the Bible. Because of the intellectual books

I got excited about Advanced Grammar and Technical Editing, but I dreaded having to take Hermeneutics and Minor Prophets. So I pulled up the academic catalog on my laptop (yes, during class; at least it wasn’t PinterestFacebook). I found PWID because all the editing and publishing classes were inside the

I could say that in middle school was when I decided to focus more in reading and I also realized that reading was very important. I realized that reading gave me life and helped me escape from any kind of problem I was having. I remember having several hard times and I remember grabbing a book and reading until falling asleep. Reading has always made me feel better. I have read almost all of the Nicholas Sparks books and I have really enjoyed all of them because I could actually imagine myself in the story.

The challenges that I faced last semester within this classroom was mainly home reading and writing, such as reading How to Kill A Mockingbird. This was a challenge for me to read over the break and weekends because frankly I’m not very fond of reading fictional things and things that have really no general interest towards myself. I just didn’t want to do the reading, which is a huge factor on my part, it’s not the wisest decision I’m aware of that, to not do assignments because I find them useless to me, but it’s hurting my grade which is having the biggest impact on me.

I have been a WYVA student since third grade and I’m a junior this year. I have dyslexia and the programs through K12 have let me learn at my pace. English is difficult for me what I write doesn’t always communicate what I think and see. Sentence structure is the most difficult as well as phonics. I don’t like to read out loud but love reading books to myself.