When I was younger, I hated reading, because I was too slow and never good at it. As I would look at some of my classmates, I noticed how fast they were at the reading and how easily they understood the reading. I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to be a good reader like them one day. At the time, of my fifth grade self I was not an avid reader; it wasn’t until the book Marley and Me that changed my perspective. Ever since I was a little girl I had a very hard time with reading. My mom would beg me in read every night before bed, but instead I ignored her. She would tell me that if I read before bed every night that I would become a faster and better reader. Yet again, I decided not to believe her. I knew at some point in my life, I would have to start reading I just did not know when that time would come. Middle school is when I realized that everyone was faster, and better than me at reading. When I was younger, I could care less if someone was a faster reader than me, but once I started to get older I got very embarrassed. My fifth grade English class is where everything started to change. In my English class we would read excerpts from books out loud. I hated being called on because I would choke up, or feel like I am not going with everyone’s pace. As I got called on in class my face lit up to a pinkish red color. I was so nervous, I felt like I was going to throw up. Instead, I read in front of my entire class as best as I could. Although, I did choke up
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.
So everyday I would beg my mom and sister to help me with my reading. My mom would always help me whenever I asked, but my sister was a little bit harder to convince. Usually she would help me though. Once I began learning how to read, I realized how much fun it was. It was all I ever wanted to do. Whenever I was bored, I would just sit down and write out all the words that I could. But I would soon learn those words and go look through books to find new ones to learn. I quickly caught on and I was able to read simple books very well. I would practice whenever I could. When I was in the car I would read all the street signs and names of buildings that we passed by. Reading became my go to whenever I was bored, sad, angry, or just wanted to have a little
I haven't always been keen on reading as I am today. I can’t really remember the reason for my distaste in literature, but I think it mostly came from me just thinking that reading was too difficult or I was just me being a stubborn six year old not wanting to do it, but none the less I was like this for a lot of my earlier years. I was able to read a small amount of text because my parents teaching me, using Doctor Seuss books like Cat and the Hat and One FIsh Two Fish Red Fish Blue FIsh as learning tools to help me become more fluent. I never really understood reading until my stepmom moved in with us. Since my sister and I were still very young
For some people reading can be a difficult experience. For me it became difficult at the age of five years old. I really wasn’t an educational kid I was more of a kid that like to play with my toys and four brothers, whenever they came home from school. As I grew up reading became a little more difficult for me to master, at times in my middle school my teacher Mr.G would test us on how well and skilled we were at reading. Every day when it was time for him to test me I would get nervous and started to stubble on words and fail my test. By the time I was in high school I learned how to take my time and read, which has help me to progress my reading skills over the years.
The supernatural is often used in pieces of writing to grasp reader’s attention. Some concepts they might use is magic, monsters, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and witches. These creatures interest us, as humans, to read more. The supernatural also gives us something to believe in. Edgar Allan Poe’s stories tend to be more supernatural. For example, many supernatural things happened in “The Black Cat,” such as when Pluto’s image appears on the burning wall. Another supernatural thing was when the cat got inside of the wall and screamed. “The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe is the best example of this debate, as it is often interpreted in many different ways. There are several theories on the story. Some researchers claim that there is a curse among the Ushers. Others debate that the house is haunted. Based upon the actions of the servants in the story, as well as Madeline’s resurrection, readers know that Roderick and the rest of his family are definitely vampires. (ADD CLOSING SENTENCE)
It was sixth grade and an advanced English class was chosen. I was discouraged because I actually enjoyed reading and writing but found out I wasn’t smart enough to be in that class. However, I would say that seventh grade was my favorite year of English. We still had vocabulary, which I wish we still did because I always have boring essays because I don’t remember the words we learned. I wouldn’t say that I disliked reading yet in middle school. I’d even say the most exciting part of middle school would be reading The Hunger Games with Mrs. Young, especially since she was kind of a nerd and got overly excited about all of our
In ancient Egypt, various art forms, such as painting, sculpturing, crafts, and architecture were practiced. Much of the art depicted in ancient Egypt has been found to be symbolic in nature and it is mostly found on their tombs and monuments. Animals have been found to be represented in much of Egyptian art and they used many different colors to paint their paintings. Their colors were more expressive than natural and some exaggerations, such as red and yellow colors used for skin meant to imply youth or old age. Ancient Egyptians used many art forms where they depicted detailed humans in nature.
Some of my earliest memories about reading are when I was in Kindergarten my mom and I would read Dr. Seuss picture books before bedtime. My favorite one was the “One Fish Two Fish” and I always wanted to read it. Later on we stopped reading books and I fell behind on the reading curve for school. I began to dislike reading and I only did it when I had to, I never read on my own. No matter what my mom did to try and get me to read more it never worked
I am sitting at my work desk reading an autobiography called the Blood of the Lambs, and I ponder about the amount of time having passed since I have sat down to a nice personal evening with a book. Upon reflection, I realize that the path I took to learning to read wasn’t an easy one and involved time, effort, and hard work.
Reading is something that is taught to everyone in their early childhood, the time I learned to read I was very fond of books. I loved to read novels to myself and to read them out loud to my sister. I like reading action, thriller, historical fiction, and mystery. During my early childhood we would have challenges of reading such as wrapped up and reading, golden dragon. These were reading challenges for students to read 20-25 specific grade novels during the school year and at the end you got a party if you read at least 5-10. I used to love reading and at that time I would read at least 20 books because I wanted to go to the party and win something with the lottery tickets I got. My childhood was fulI of reading, even if I read because I was greedy and I read because of the party, it still improved my reading level. As I grew and grew my reading
The United States has the highest prison population in the world, with over two million incarcerated (World Prison Brief, 2016), of whom many are juveniles. It is well documented that youths who enter this system are more likely to suffer a host of negative health and lifestyle outcomes, such as alcohol/drug abuse, high school dropout, and mental health problems. Such phenomena occur in stark contrast with the aims of the US juvenile justice system, which supposedly intends to help offending youths re-assimilate back into society as productive citizens. As previously mentioned, incarceration often leads to poor mental health, which when combined with the conditions of confinement significantly raises the rates of suicide and
I started to read at a young age and it never really came that easy to me. I struggled a little bit more with understanding some words and even some questions I couldn’t answer them because when I would read and even till this day I start to read, but I don’t fully pay attention to my reading. It’s not because I don’t like reading I enjoy it. When I was in the fifth grade I joined “Book Club” it was year round and a few times a week. Once I was in the book club I enjoyed reading more and because it was fun either the people or myself taking turns and doing voices for the characters. I kept reading for a few more years and then I stopped for a couple of years. I got back into reading when I was a sophomore and a big part of it was because that
Before I could even read, I would take the newspaper and sit next to my uncle, pretending to read as he scanned each page. While I pretended to read, I thought about how all the letters represented something. How is it possible to read from paper and conceive a sentence? Every time I noticed my family reading the newspaper or a book, I envied them because they understood every word and I didn't. I recognized their reading as a secret club that I wasn’t invited to attend. Later on during my childhood, I start reading and just like every kid I didn’t want to read. I felt like a failure when reading, because I couldn’t pronounce words or even finish sentences correctly. My 2nd grade teacher called my mom to inform her of my lack of reading in class and recommended that I read every night. Just like any other caring mom, she started buying books for me to read. As I got used to the routine of reading a book a
Everyone suspects that when you enter elementary school, you’re supposed to know how to read, but that doesn’t apply to everyone. As a child growing up, I wasn’t a good reader. I read books that interested me and opened my mind too newer thoughts but that’s about it. No matter how big or small your challenge may be, everything takes time to achieve.
When I first started learning to read, I knew I was going to have some trouble just by the way how I felt about reading. The way how I felt about reading was that I would get frustrating not knowing how to say the words properly and if I had got stuck I would just tend to give up. When my mom noticed that I was having a hard with reading she would sit down with me and have me read along with her and learn to be patient if I did not know a word. When we came across a word I did not know she would have me sound it out so I could learn. Then if I came across a word I did not know the meaning of, my mom would have me write it down on a piece