Personal Narrative: Overcoming The Struggle

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

Books hold so much power and potential to anyone who simply reads them. I remembered when I was middle school, I would always carry Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney. When it was time to go outside and play, I would go underneath a tree with shade and read. My peers would stare, flabbergasted that one of their own was just sitting down and reading instead of playing. One of my friends even came up to me one day and asked me, “Why do you read so much?”

It was not long until I could fully read the stories with ease. Since my childhood, I have been exposed to reading. My reading skills began with easy reads to now college-level material. It is amazing how much one 's vocabulary extends to a higher level.

Growing up I never focused my attention on reading and writing. I found alternate interests in playing video games and bonding with my family. My mother always forced my siblings and I to read three novels every summer, to increase our knowledge, and to expand our imaginations. It wasn’t till later in life where reading became native to me. Every event big or small, helped shape my literacy skills that I’ve achieved through my years of education.

Goal: When reading a 5th grade passage and a word is unknown, Scott will be able to use the context clues, word roots, prefixes, suffixes and inflectional ending within a passage for 3 out of 4 trials. In reading, Scott is diligently working on expanding his vocabulary words. When Scott comes to a word that he doesn’t know he is able to figure out the meaning within the context, but he doesn’t know how to pronounce the word. He has been working on expanding on his vocabulary range of words that are of grade appropriate.

My teacher noticed my struggle and called on another kid, Briggs Huxford, to “help” me- which really just meant that he was going to read that section. To this day, 8 years later, that was one of the most disappointing and embarrassing situations I have ever been in. In the summer of 2006 at my dad’s house in New Mexico, I learned to read. My step mom taught me.

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 should have been opened up my eyes to reading and writing because I want to be a teacher, assistant. I always liked working with kids, and I will like to be a great assistant. Since there's no way to become a teacher assistant or even a teacher without having reading and writing skills, I will have to read and write more often. It is like King says "If you want to be a writer, you must do to things above all others: Read a lot and write a lot" (72, 73). If I want to be a teacher assistant or maybe a teacher one day I must ameliorate my reading and writing.

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.

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

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.

I try to read alone. My struggle is reading. It's hard to pronounce and understanding the meaning. I like to read with a teacher or adult who can explain the meaning when I need a help. I think when I read with someone, I can understand more and focus more in the book.

When I was eight-year-olds, I was always told to read a book by my teachers and peers and I absolutely loathed it. One day I was handed an assignment, we were set off to check out a book from the library to read during reading time, which during this time I dreaded. After what seemed like hours, I decided on a Junie B. Jones book that caught my eye. After a brief reading session of one hour, when I finished the small chapter book, at once I decided to check out another one of the books in the series which lead to another one and so on. On average I devote about twenty hours of my time a week reading books.

Reading aloud is important and should be fun and powerful and many parents don’t know the dos and don’ts of a successful read aloud. Therefore, I have created five easy to understand rules for read

I remember being in grade three and getting words of the week that I learned by writing each word out three times. The observation on the subway is unique, in contrast to my own experience. Spelling, a task which is commonly