Miss Tingley Research Paper

Like many parents, mine were supportive of my learning and development at an early age and as I grew, they read to me along with other learning techniques. My mother and father read various children 's books to me in their spare time; and after I had matured some had me read along as well. The books we read together consisted of fairy tale books and short stories such as The Turtle and the Hare. Reading together helped me learn a wider variety of words and inspired myself to pursue reading at an early age on my own. When I was around the age of four or five; my mother and father bought me the leapfrog read along toy as a birthday gift. The toy came with children’s books and a pen that was used to follow along as

Cathy was born in Mackay, Queensland on 16 February 1973, three hours from her extended family who lived at Woorabinda, an Aboriginal mission. She moved around with her family living in Hugehendan, describing it as a ‘dry and dusty coal-mining town’, 500 kilometres west of Mackay, to Kooralbyn, on the outskirts of Beaudesert in South East

Mary Easty did not live in Salem, but she was related to Rebecca Nurse and Sarah Cloyce, which were both accused of being witches. When Mary Easty was 58 years old she too was accused of being a witch just like her sisters. Mary Easty was a religious woman, so when the public heard of her being accused of witchcraft they were shocked. There were many different reasons for the accusations on Mary Easty being a witch.

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.

One reading that stood out to me was the Superman & Me written by Sherman Alexie. After reading these few pages alone I learned a very important lesson, which is be yourself, better yourself, and stay true to yourself. Alexie doesn’t conform himself so he can fit in with the other classmates who don’t want to learn or even attempt to read in class. Even when it was known that “A smart Indian is a dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed by Indians and non-Indians alike,” that didn’t stop him from voraciously reading every book he could get his hands on and answering questions when no one else would. It sort of reminds me of how my highschool works, similarly to how the kids in Alexie's class disliked how intelligent he became the kids

On the first week of school in second grade, my teacher, Ms. Byrd, took us to the library to check out a book. I wasn’t very excited at the time because reading used to bore me. I viewed reading to be a hassle rather than a way to gain knowledge. As our class marched up the ramp leading into the library, we were immediately greeted by a fragile old woman with hair as grey as a pack of Alaskan wolves. The old lady turned out to be the school librarian. She was extremely enthusiastic about reading and asked the class “who is excited to pick out a book today?” All of my classmates swung

An Inspiration: The First Black, Woman Registered Nurse Searching through a list for a historically African-American woman to write about, I noticed the same women that I have always seen on a list in high school. I am not saying they are less historical than the woman I choose, rather, they are cliché (to write about) historically Black women. Choosing a woman that I could relate to and knew nothing about was my goal. With that being said, meet Mary Eliza Mahoney, the first black, woman registered nurse who also became one of the “first women to register to vote in Boston following the ratification of the 19th Amendment in 1920” (Biography.com Editor 1). “Mary Mahoney was not only a role model for Black nurses to come, but she also worked

Through twelve years of school the teacher that stands out is my band teacher, Amanda Posey. She made me a better person, helped me grow up, and taught me many skills that I will use. She has made a positive impact and difference on my life. Posey has a passion for teaching music, teaches life lessons, and challenges her students making her an amazing teacher.

The teacher was very comical, and he would have reading days where he would read to the class and we were allowed to bring snacks. I looked forward to those days every week, because I had to know what would happen next. Another activity that developed my interest in literature would be the Summer Reading Program they offered at the library. The older you were, the longer the goal was of how many books you had to read and how good the prize was. I remember being so excited when I finally finished my list, and got to go turn it in. Also, I got my puppy that year and I tried to read as many puppy training books I could.

Mrs. Wilson instilled a love for reading in me. In first grade this didn’t seem like much, but as the years went on I saw her impact on my life in many different ways. In fifth grade I was given the opportunity to be “student leader”, presented the opportunity to go to the young grades and read to the kids. I of course chose to read to Mrs. Wilson’s class. This

As a kid, I was always really shy and spent much of my free time reading books. In 4th grade, the teacher required that each month we read a certain amount of short stories or books and write a summary for each. I always completed the minimum requirement and read plenty extra books. Throughout the year, I always had the most stars next to my name for top reader, not because I wanted to collect as many gold stars as I could, but because I really enjoyed reading. I had my eyes glued to a book even when I was at home. I

Growing up, both of my grandmothers was school teachers who enjoyed reading to me and my cousins whenever the opportunity arose. Many of my favorite memories as a child learning to read lead back to my favorite book my nana would always read to me, The Napping House by Audrey Wood. I would quote the book cover to cover, before actually learning to read, pretending that I was reading in the meantime. My mother also played an important role in my learning to read and write, she and my nana were always encouraging me to read book series like Junie B. Jones, The Little House on the Prairie, The Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew,

Overtime this helped to enhance my imagination for reading. Another thing our teacher did was present us with books as Christmas gifts. I remember my book was called “A Mouse House.” Inside she wrote that I was an excellent reader and said if we all came back over the holidays being able to read our books we could read anything we wanted. I believed her and practiced my book throughout winter break. She had given me hope for learning.

I picked up one of the books and fell in love with all the things that it could teach me. My mother who was a special education teacher at the time had always pushed me and my siblings to read. She brought home tons of books for us to read. When I told her I found a great book on horses she was so proud, and from that moment on I have always had a love of reading. My love for reading has grown so much that I now read everything in sight, but reading wasn’t enough for me as it turned out. From all the great books I read I started to come up with ideas about new exciting books people could write, that I could write. So during my eight grade year my burning desire to write a book compelled me to finally do so. I used three notebooks and a ton of lead and wrote my story. When I was finished, I typed it up on my computer and printed it out to show everyone I knew. When people saw that I wrote a book they were proud of me and this pride made me want to continue, but sadly school activities took up all my time and I was unable to finish my second book. My story of how I learned how to love to read and write isn’t quite like Sherman Alexie’s superman moment but it is

As a child, my interests were more focused on reading than writing. In elementary school I fell in love with books. Initially I read simple children’s books, much like everybody else in my class, but it did not take long for my passion to drive me to read more difficult writings. Fiction books quickly became a replacement for any childhood toys. Instead of blocks or stuffed animals I would ask my parents for books. Since they were aimed at young readers, they tended to be short. I found myself going through them within days, and then soon several hours. Towards the end of elementary school I was reading series like Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I was captivated, and reading truly opened up a whole new world for me.