At the age of four I learned to read, and from then I became an avid reader. I fell in love with Dick and Jane, Biscuit, and all books by Dr. Seuss. I begged my mom to take me to book stores every weekend. This passion for reading continued through the years of Junie B. Jones and Judy Moody, that was until I reached middle school. Middle school was the beginning of long textbooks and the curriculum that forced you to read and interpret books in their way. 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 the Scorpion or interpret The Outsiders in the way that I did. Literary classes picked apart the story so much you were unable to imagine the characters and the …show more content…
In my AP classes I learn most of the material on my own by reading textbooks or articles. Reading a large amount every night was a requirement to even come close to succeeding in these classes. Due to the quantity of material I was forced to read, I, unfortunately, found myself mesmerized on the amount of pages I had to consume rather than the content of what I was reading. Therefore, it led me to skimming and not reading as thoroughly as I should have. As I’ve gotten older literary information has been continuously shoved at me, causing reading to become a chore instead of an opportunity to be transported into an adventure like spending the day with The Cat in the Hat when I was younger. My biggest obstacle with reading is how to continue to find joy in the fictional stories I loved growing up, while I’m being forced to read about other people’s lives, how a government functions, and the origins of civilizations millions of years ago. I still enjoy reading, but I read in a much more limited sense than I did when I was younger. I’m no longer able to read consistently; I read when school is on break. I’m also not able to read the type of literature I enjoy because of the work load in my classes. I love reading material that I pick out and choose to read on my own free will like the Hundred Oaks series by Miranda Kenneally, The Hunger Games by
I began with an endless list of books I wanted to read as soon as possible, and I had incorporated a portion of my day dedicated to reading. Even before the school year started I always enjoyed reading, but now I find it difficult to open a book; not because I do not enjoy it, but because I have prioritized that time for other things. As I am reflecting on this now, I have become disappointed in myself that I am drifting away from one of my favorite and beneficial hobbies. I believe this change is a result of discouragement due to my excitement for the summer and the school year coming to an end. Furthermore, for the last few months I have become more stressed with my AP World History Exam, the second semester finals, and track coming to an end, leading to me pushing away the things I enjoy most.
I didn’t learn to read or write until I was 7 years old. I was in my second grade class and my peers and I were sitting in a circle when the teacher called on me to read. I sputtered some gibberish with a tomato red face. The only words I recognized were “it’s” “it,” and “a”- which is really just a letter.
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.
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.
My situation was similar to the story of How Reading Changed My Life, by Anna Quindlen. In the story, the author gave a self-reflection on her passion and progression as a reader. Anna was a disconnected child that was loved reading books. Anna genuinely loved reading books for the sake of doing it and she enjoyed it.
My favorite author was the writer for Goosebumps when I was 4 years old and we read many books from the Goosebumps series. I also developed an interest in chapter books. I was in the second grade when my mom and dad would read to me these books. We read together the Hobbit, Phantom Tollbooth, and Percy Jackson series. I also read some current events on my own in school.
Home is Where the Learning Starts Children start to love reading at a young age, but when reading textbooks the love for reading slowly starts to deteriorate. Most kids hate to read in school because it’s nothing they are truly interested in when in all reality children need to understand how important reading is. In the essay “My Literacy History” by Dedrick Skinner and “The Lonely Good Company of Books” by Richard Rodriguez he explains how he did not know why reading was so important, but as he grew older he understood its values. I also developed a love for books at young age when my mom began to read to me, but as I grew up I felt reading was a struggle because I didn’t understand its values like Rodriguez.
When my sister became too old to listen bedtime stories, she would read to me instead. Even though we watched our fair share of television, we were expected to spend just as much time, if not more, with reading. That wasn’t difficult, especially considering that we grew up while the Harry Potter books were starting to take the world by storm. Our mom supported our Potter mania and read the books alongside us, saying that the Harry Potter books shared a similar style to Charles Dickens, her favorite author- and now one of mine.
Although I enjoy reading now, I used to have many hard days when reading felt like a chore. I remember my mother and me sitting on the couch reading together. There were days when I loved it and wanted to keep going, but there were also days when I would just break down crying because I could not understand it and everyone else did. I remember one time when we were
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.
My Literacy Narrative I was never truly an avid reader when I was younger. I was the oldest of five siblings and left in charge of taking care of my younger brothers and sister. I was more prone to spending time outside than reading a book. Of course, I did find myself enjoying a good mystery novel, but playing ball would always trump even a good book.
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 '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. When I was 3 years old my mom started me to learn how to read and write. At first, I 'm having a difficulty to read and write but my mom tried her best to taught me.
This outlook is reflected in national surveys, the number of literary non-readers in the United States is starting to outweigh the number of readers and, this has slowly been proceeding over the past 20 years (Gioia 421). Reading is a fundamental part of life. It’s a major way of expression, imagination, learning and being the best person
During my elementary years, I don’t recall being interested in reading, but I do remember the first time I fell in love with it. I was in my 7th-grade reading class. I just completed a quiz when my teacher realized that I had nothing to do after. She offered me a book that I will remember for the rest of my life because it is the book that basically started my reading journey. It was called Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper, I loved the book so much that I read the whole entire series.