As I’ve gotten older my choice of books has changed alot, a different genre for each of my phases. Today the books that always manage to get my attention are usually the books based on true events. My earliest memory of being read to isn’t necessarily being read to by my parents but being read to by teachers. Both my parents were always working, so they never had time to read to me. I didn’t have any older siblings to help me so when I started school, it was the first time I was exposed to reading.
Victor Villasenor was born on May 11th, 1940 in Carlsbad, California where his parents had settled down after immigrating from Mexico. He grew up on a ranch with his four siblings in Oceanside where they only spoke spanish until they went to school. Because Victor only spoke spanish he was bullied by teachers and students alike for his heritage and inability to do well in school. Being bullied and ridiculed when he was a child is why Villasenor was insecure about where he came from and who he was, and inevitably shaped him into who he was in and out of school. Villasenor did poorly in school because he had trouble with English and reading he primarily got all D’s and F’s, and had to retake third and fourth grade because he flunked, which resulted with him resorting to cheating the rest of his academic career.
My oldest uncle and aunt enrolled in Queens Community College, while my mom and her two younger brothers all attended Abraham Lincoln High School. My mom was supposed to be a senior, but started as a junior because the grades in Pakistan were different and my mom was a little behind, considering she wasn’t really too interested in books. One of brothers was also a junior, while her youngest brother was a freshmen. They knew some english; schools in Pakistan were modernizing and teaching English as an elective. However, from personal experience, I can only imagine that they barely knew any.
The very first months of my 7th grade year were tough, as I didn't fully comprehend the language. I felt detached from people, because I couldn't start a conversation neither understand what they were saying. I only spoke to the few people who speak Spanish in my classes, only a few. Every day in class, all I could hear were mumblings coming from everyone, except words a third grader knows. I was taking a Spanish class, a class in where they were teaching my own language, and so I realized I didn’t needed the class.
I don’t mean to show off but I can’t really resist the temptation because I worked my way out all the way from the bottom to this point. I’m not brilliant, my intelligence isn’t innate then why should you have me as student in your school? Secondly, in my school, all students with good grades will be offered to be moved into international classes where studying is being conducted bilingually which is in Indonesian and in English. A student can only be offered this opportunity twice for the whole 3 years of senior high school. I was offered this chance twice but I rejected both of them.
For as long as I remember I never was the best at trying out different techniques for writing. I have always stuck with the same format simply because even when I was in high school, my teachers didn’t implement any new forms of writing. I never heard of discourse until now, second semester of freshman year of college. After reading Keith Grant Dave’s piece of “ Rhetorical situations and their constituents”, I discovered many ways of writing techniques I should incorporate into my work to make it a more powerful piece. In the beginning of the text it said “Writers have a stronger basis for making composing decisions and are better able as readers to understand the decisions other writers have made,” this is something I’ve never heard before,
It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.
It was not until my senior year in high school that I wrote my first thesis paper. Since then as an adult, I have made a point to increase my reading and writing abilities. I do not exactly remember when during my childhood that reading started to become a struggle for me. However, I do remember as early as third grade having to leave my classroom to go to another building for tutoring in reading. As I progressed through the years, the school eventually separated the
This semester I read the books con academy and partially through touching spirit bear. This was an insane to see myself even do that I have not read a single book since the 5th grade. My goal was to read 2 books this semester, I thought that it would be hard but not impossible. Turns out it was harder than I thought it would be, I barely got through one. Reading is a fun experience but a really hard one to focus on.