Learning To Read And Write

Our teacher would sit in front rocking her chair away she would read to us we would read it back to her so she knew were following along. Every day after school I would go to my grandparents and I could already smell the delicious food coming off the bus, my grandma would make the best homemade dishes they would help me focus after a long day of school as a little girl. We would do my homework together my work wasn’t so hard but as a child I just wanted to finish! When I was done I had the liberty to go play with my friends , Although, my friends were never available because they had homework I was always confused I mean I had homework but I finished it why would it take them so long , little did I know my friends didn’t have the same literacy sponsors as I did their parents were always working to be able to provide for them they were with an older siblings or grandparents that didn’t understand the English language . For a child in a low income family can affect there literacy not having their parents around to help them read and write. At the age of three is when the child’s brain is rapidly growing and with parents that are less educated might not know that importance of using language with their

Going through life we learn and grow differently in literacy. As a young child, I started off my reading by looking at pictures and then grew into more difficult literacy. Trying to comprehend how much reading would impact my life in the future when I was little, was something I never understood. Being in high school now, I have learned how much reading and writing would impact me and how many opportunities it could provide for me. Since I was that child who could have cared less about my literacy, I soon became the child that got so worked up if I wasn’t as superb as others in reading. Throughout my childhood, my literacy has had its ups and downs, but now being in high school I have worked hard in my literacy which has allowed me to take

I don’t remember learning to read. When I think back to when I was little, I can always remember reading. I don’t remember learning letters or having trouble with sight words. When other classmates were learning how to read in kindergarten, I was busy reading Junie B. Jones.

Last week we wrote a blog and one of the questions was “How did you learn to read and write?”  I found this question interesting because I never had really thought about the moment when I actually learned how to read and write. My mom was the first person to expose me to reading and writing. A popular tactic she did to make sure I was staying engaged was to read aloud stories and make me follow along with her. My mom would read me many different stories like Tarzan, Bambi, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Lion King, The Jungle Book, and Hercules. whatever I wanted to listen and follow along with, she would read with me. This really helped with my want to read. The books contained a lot of adventure, which made it easy as a kid to follow along with. I became to gain an imagination and then all of a sudden reading was easier.

My memories are blurry. They are fragments of disjointed moments, without a linear narrative. I remember reading. It was in Mrs. Davidson first grade class. My reading proficiency skills were very poor, the English language still thick and unnatural on my tongue. While some of the other students took a Gifted class, I had to take a remedial course—English Learners (EL)— just so that I could hold onto the edge. I remember reading. I had a hard copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar in my little hands, reciting only the first page of the book from memory. The classroom was dark; the stream of sunlight filtering through the windows served as our only illumination. The rest of the words on the book looked like a mess of jumbled letters. I couldn’t make out anything other than the words “the” and “and.” I remember enthusiastically pointing out my “fluency” to my teacher, seemingly applauding my menial abilities: “The catpater at droo!” (The caterpillar ate through). In the first-grade, my free time was spread sporadically between watching The Little Mermaid, catching ugly black crickets and pretending that I was Sailor Moon, guardian of the galaxy. In the first grade, I was not at all concerned with words, literacy and books. In the first grade, I did not know the power that words hold. I did not know that books would change my life.

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.

“I say to you quite frankly that the time for racial discrimination is over,” is what Governor Jimmy Carter said during his Inaugural Address on January 12, 1971, but it was not always true. In the texts, “Superman and Me,” by Sherman Alexie, and, “Learning to Read and Write,” by Frederick Douglass there are clear issues of racial discrimination between both authors, and there are also many other similarities and differences throughout Frederick and Sherman’s demanding upbringing, the most prominent are the main character’s obstacles, goals, and the situations the authors are in during their journey.

When I started my first year of Elementary, I stop going with my aunt; she got a job, so I stop practicing writing and

Douglass, Fredrick in the book review “Learning to Read and Write,” explains that even though he was a slave, it was essential for him to learn to read and write despite the unfortunate circumstance he was faced with. Douglass supports his claim by describing how learning to read and write does not require certain material nor resources; as long as passion and dedication are present, it is completely possible to obtain these skills. The author’s purpose is to inform the readers that specific resources and assets are not required in learning the fundamentals of literature in order to show the significance of education and its perks. The author writes in a dignified tone for the educated individuals. Douglass

Her eyes scanned the page as if she was learning to read for the first time. The more she looked, the less she understood. How could was she unable to understand something this simple? It was so simple, yet the answers still did not show themselves.The idea of failure was foreign to her, as was confusion. Whenever the teacher set a paper on the desk in front of her, she would complete it with ease. It was what everyone expected of her, and she always lived up to that expectation. That was the norm, until today. For just a moment, panic set in. How could she damage her reputation by asking a question? What would her parents think of her if they knew she wasn’t perfect? As her heart slowed down, she secretly pulled out her notes, making sure

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.

Do you remember that kid from elementary school that couldn’t read out loud very well? I remember that kid, because that was my brother. Before my brother entered elementary school I was the kid making fun of them, the kid laughing as they struggled to read what was on the board. I could read out loud nearly perfect and I was amazing at math and science. I was the kid with all the answers, mainly because my dad worked with me every night when I was in first and second grade. I didn’t understand why didn’t “get” it, I didn’t understand that they were truly trying, and most importantly I didn’t help them.

Every child learns differently; some learn easily, and some have difficulty processing the information that is given to them. My parents taught me the basics of reading and writing, they bought me books and letter blocks to form words with. In my experience, it was easy for me to learn how to read, although, my struggles began with writing. I can not put the blame on my teachers, although, they weren’t much help either. That was until I entered Middle School, my sixth grade English teacher changed my whole perspective of the subject.

Going to school and being forced to read in front of the entire class when you had no idea what it was trying to say was tough. Sometimes I would make up stories and go off of what was the picture and make it seem like I was just trying to be funny. As long as kids were laughing with me, I was okay because at least they were not laughing at me for not being able to read.

Learning to read and write, or getting an education in general, is something that is easily handed to us in the world today. Imagine living in a world where you were expected to be uneducated, illiterate, and stupid. In the texts “The Joy of Reading and Writing: Superman and Me” by Sherman Alexie and “Learning to Read and Write” by Frederick Douglass, these young boys grew up in different worlds where they were looked down upon and were expected to fail due to the standards they grew accustomed to. Although Douglass and Alexie underwent contrasting hardships on their educational journey, they both shared the realization that learning to read and write was both a curse and a blessing. With those shared