Journaling Or Doodling Analysis

When we were required to read books for school, other classmates complained about it, but it was one of my favorite parts of class. Even though I didn’t always like the books, I liked to read books that I wouldn’t have picked out to read. I liked being surprised when I enjoyed a book that I didn’t think I would like.

As I look back on my childhood, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t fond of reading. I love the way a good book just draws you in and it is almost impossible to set it down because you want to know what happens next! Looking back to my earliest moments I can always remember my mom and grandma always reading me books for hours and hours at a time. My favorite saying when I was younger was, “just read one more!” I couldn’t go to sleep without my mom at least reading me five books! My favorite was “The Little Mermaid” but I loved all of the princess books and I had possibly every one you could think of!

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

For the most part, I like to write. I surprise myself sometimes when I read what I have written. Essays don’t seem to be that hard for me and most of the time comes naturally to write. Ever since I was younger, reading and writing were always my strong points in school. Math and science didn’t stand

The journals I have written came from my four years of high school English. Everyday I came to class there would be a topic on the board. I took five minutes each day to write about the given topic. It was brainstorming and giving our input on whatever the topic was. I think

In elementary school, I loved to read. Writing was not a big deal either due to the fact that we did not have to write four page essays. It was in first grade when I started to like reading. Reading has just been freshly introduced, considering we had only completed one year of school. My teacher always read to us and I wanted to read those books as well. Throughout elementary school I started to read Junie B. Jones books, which were my favorite. All of the books were about a first grade girl and her different adventures. I had always enjoyed reading those books. Each book had a different topic which I would always relate to in some way. Although I liked to read, I did struggle with reading comprehension which made me dislike writing as well. I hated having to read and then go and write about it. To this day, I still do not like reading comprehension, but my feelings toward reading and writing have changed.

Even if I refused to read on my own, my dad still read to me every single night right when I would go to bed. That was something I loved, and would never turn down as a young child. He read many

When I was little, I loved to have my parents read to me all the time. At first, I didn’t learn to read because I didn’t want to read the “Learn to Read” books and preferred for my parents to read to me. I remember sitting with my Dad and following along while he read Harry Potter aloud to me and traced the words with his finger. Then we started to take turns reading aloud. I started to read more and more by myself after I was able to read the first chapter of Harry Potter (with a little bit of help). Then I worked my way through the rest of the book. I loved how reading let you explore new worlds and different points of view.

My mom signed me up for the community library when I just turned 6 years old. Even if I did not know how to properly read at the time, I had to go there every afternoon to keep myself busy as an only child. Being opened to books at such an early clearly has had a major impact on my life and personality. From the local tales of my beloved Senegalese society to the deep and sophisticated French literature, I have traveled through cultures and generations. Whether it is Emile Zola’s collection of novels or Albert Camus’s philosophical texts, these books raised me and taught me about life, love, and resilience. As times went by, reading was no more a regular pastime but a detrimental part of my existence. The lessons and morality I gained from each story always pushed me to challenge the status quo, to be curious, to be adventurous but most importantly to be a problem solver.

It may be cliché, but books have always held a spot close to my heart. When I was three I had a book called Bitsy Witch that went wherever I did. When I was seven, my mom read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone every night. In middle school, I worked my way through the entire children’s section at my local library. In high school, I took every English class offered, and when I entered college I to compromise with my family that I would also pursue a pre-professional program. My time outside of class was spent on my pre-professional degree until, my senior year in college. I took two classes that focused on children’s and young adult texts. Before those classes, I hadn’t realized that specializing in Children’s literature was

Originally I hated having to read and write, it was a horrendous repeated process that I was forced to uptake everyday of my academic life. All up until my dad started playing audio books in the car on the way to school. Now I can thank my dad for encouraging my sister and me to read, because without his guidance I would still hate reading and writing.

When I was in Elementary School my parents, especially my dad preached to me to always read because your vocabulary will soon become sizable. I really did not care about reading for fun or about what my dad said. I know that it is my responsibility to read on my own but it did not help that most if not all of my friends in elementary school did not read books for a hobby. My parents tried to get me reading at a young age, but now I am starting to read a lot more than I did several years ago.

Ever since I was a little first grader, I loved going to the library. I adored walking down an aisle towering with books of used spines that smelled like old paper and adventure. My excitement for reading and writing has not decreased. I always put time aside for reading books and writing in my journal.

Definetly journaling is a great idea for students to do. Everyone has the ability through learn through observation and experience. It is up to the teacher to encourage journaling among its students to promote their critical thinking skills. Now I remember that I had teachers in High School and Cochise College that used this method for me is was useful because it allow me to improve my writing skills.

Its not that my parents did not want me to read it was more of them not realizing that it is important for a child to beginning reading at a young age. I remember one day going over to my cousin Janice's house, who was a bit older then me, and I remember doing something that I should not have done, so she punished me by making me read a book. To this day I thank her because I will never forget the words of possibly the book that shaped me to be me. The book was called The Giving Tree, “...and she loved a boy very very much--even more than she loved herself.” wrote Shel Silverstein. This awakened a huge desire and drive in me to just soak up every word of every book I could get my hands on. My parents saw that in me and began taking me to the library to get piles of books and they also began to buy me my favorite