Mounika Dandu 26th September 2016 ENGL 0900 S08 Critical Reading and Writing I: The Academic Essay (Title) My first day of kindergarten was a nightmare. First thing in the morning, as soon as we had all settled down, the teacher announced that our very first assignment in school would be to color in a cartoon frog and then, to my dismay, she walked around and placed a box of crayons on the center of each table. My heart dropped. I hated crayons. I hated the way they colored so unevenly and those little grainy white spaces that are formed on the paper when you use them were the bane of my four-year-old existence. Even back then, I was a perfectionist. I believed in coloring inside the lines. I believed in coloring in one direction and I believed in uniformity, so imagine my horror when I looked to my left and saw the little girl beside me coloring her frog with eight different colors. Or the boy across from me who was scribbling furiously all over his, while I slowly and carefully colored my frog making sure to stay inside the thick black lines. Even before I really knew what being a perfectionist was, being content with a mediocre performance was alien to me. The concept of someone turning in a piece of work that was anything short of perfect was completely unacceptable and it was difficult to understand how someone could call even a slightly flawed piece of work their own and not be at least a little bit embarrassed or ashamed. It’s probably hard to imagine why there is
Trezek and Wang (2006) evaluated the effectiveness of utilizing the Reading Mastery I program (Engelmann & Brunner, 1995) supplemented by Visual Phonics with kindergarten and first-grade d/Dhh students. Three teachers in a Total Communication program and 13 students were included in the study that lasted over 8 months. Students’ degree of hearing loss ranged from severe to profound, and two of the first graders wore cochlear implants. Students were divided into three groups based on their age for instructions.
Throughout my years of schooling, I have become ambivalent about reading and writing. I have struggled in school to make myself enjoy writing. I didn’t mind reading as much, as long as it was to my interest. It has differed throughout the years I have been in school. Some years I have enjoyed both, reading and writing, and other years I have not liked either. Getting myself to enjoy reading and writing has been quite the adventure.
Intro: After completing ENGL 1101, I expected ENGL 1102 to be the completed painting. In English 1101, we started mixing the paints for our canvas and entering English 1102 was the time where we took our brushes and made our artwork. In English 1102, I figured we would learn new methods, tools, and techniques that would improve our writing skills and abilities. My expectations have been exceeding in so many ways. From our first paper, it made me learn that nothing is given. You consistently gave us essay that question the most important question. Is everything given or is it earned? Truthfully, I thought that took guts to challenge us with a essay that made us almost doubt ourselves. I see know that paper was designed to make us know we need
My first experience of reading 'How to see the word' I couldn't quite get my head around how this all relates, in the big picture of things to my place here at Massey. Revisiting what I had missed, I found a deeper understanding of what I couldn't quite understand at first. This book gave me a useful and insightful experience for something I never really took the time to understand. Reading the introduction I was able to grasp what we have been learning in my Fine Arts Degree. About critical engagement with space in an environment and the change within this visual material. It is also the perspective in the wider world of thing which Nicholas Mirzoeff is trying also saying especially in visual cultures within the wide range of my social sciences
Writing not only reflects on one’s credibility in literacy, but also how America’s school system has failed students at writing in English courses. As a student, I would describe my writing as “honest, but complex”. For as long as I can remember, writing was always a tool that allowed a person to eloquently express his or her opinions, and analyze writing prompts given by teachers at school. Today, most students in English class solely attempt at getting a good grade rather than thoroughly understanding grammar and writing. Moreover, a solution for this would be allowing more English teachers at school to come together to improve the emphasis on proper language learning as well as the value of writing.
My observation took place the week of October 5th through October 9th at Frazier Prep Academy. I observed a writing class in ESL Services. The instructor granted me permission to observe her Writing Class which meets M/W/F from 10:15am-11:45am. I do not have any teaching experience in the classroom with ESL students yet, therefore, this was quite a learning experience.
I think that my parents’ high expectancy in myself had leaded me to be the perfectionistic thinker I am today. Since first grade, I am always expected to be at the top of my class and I always get a nice toy as the result for being so. In contrast, I would get some criticism if I am any less than top. So I always tried my best to be at the top of
I am a perfectionist; always have been, always will be. Whether I want it to or not, that applies to every aspect of my life; including my writing. It is almost impossible for me to sit down and work on an essay or read a book without having flashbacks to countless lectures, posters, and reminders. The correctness of my writing and all of its components are very important to me. Specifically, I like to put in extra effort on my transitions, word choice, fluency, and overall likeability… Basically all of the things you see on classroom posters from kindergarten on. As I progress throughout my education I have come to realize that writing gets more complex as the years go on, but the same rules stay in place. No ‘run ons,’no using your introduction
At one point in my life, my mind nurtured this ill belief that everything in my life should be absolutely perfect, even things that are trivial. My obsession with perfection engrossed my life, especially in my handwriting. For many, the neatness of their handwriting is not their biggest priority, efficiency is. People write as fast as possible while still maintaining a basic level of legibility. But, my handwriting had to be perfect no matter how much time and effort it took. When I wrote, I made sure every single letter was legible, had the same style as the rest of the letters, and was uniformly spaced from the other letters. However, writing this way slowed down my writing speed tremendously and tired me both physically and emotionally.
Kids learn to read at different rates. Precocious children can identify dozens of sight words in kindergarten, while slower kids generally have some command of reading by third grade. Eventually, of course, nearly everyone reads at some level, with the US literacy rate at 99 percent, among the best in the world (though the fact that one out of a hundred people in America still can't read is, admittedly, somewhat depressing.)
I never knew writing had such an abundant amount of alternatives for words that you could tweak, and build your writing even superior. Over the past two quarters of High School I have realized that there is a significant difference between what they expected you to write in Middle School, to High School. The differences aren’t something like “Okay, we expect you to write longer, and always give your information, but with a little something different.” It’s more about making sure your word choice, vocabulary, and especially your grammar for the reason that those produce the most impact in your writing. Middle School was more about teaching you how to start using the proper grammar, and vocabulary in your writing, but they do seem to make us
Mino has one of those mornings (today) where everything is just so wrong and it feels like it’s the worst day ever. Why is it among many other times, it should be this day, his first day of school in one of the most killer professor’s class.
Reading is a skill often taken for granted but it is essential in order to progress in life. For a child being able to read well helps them learn new things, give ideas and enables use of imagination. National literacy trust (2015) suggests that children’s early language skills can have a major impact on a child’s development of literacy skills. Five-year olds with poor language and literacy have a higher risk of underachieving at age seven and beyond. Reading skills encourage more opportunities in life and it can affect a child’s wellbeing if they do not achieve this effectively (Finnegan,2015).
I wouldn’t say that I am a good writer, and I really don’t like to read books either. Through my years in school I became literate in these two categories. I was and still am not interested in writing, or reading books in my spare time. The only writing I have ever done is for school. Writing just does not interest me, and the only reading I do out of class is reading about sports in magazines, or reading the news, or looking at web pages. I have only read a couple of books on my own, 95% of all the books I have read have been for school. The reason for not writing out of class is probably attributed to the fact that I am a very impatient person, and I have a short attention span. I have no interest in writing and reading so when
Once, when I was in highschool, I heard about the infamous ‘potato’ assignment that some nameless teachers handed out to their students, and I found myself intrigued. At that time I was a passionate writer who loved overanalyzing the small details of what I was writing (as I still am today), so such an assignment was perfectly tailored to my interests. It was the embodiment of everything that most non-hobbyist writers hated and that I loved, and an opportunity for me to stand out among a crowd of less-than-average performances. Today, when reading what was supposed to be one of those average essays, I realized that being able to accurately sketch and describe every last detail of a potato does not make for an engaging paper. Or, well, I already knew this, but the desire to write anything more than that hadn’t clicked.