My Favorite Class

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

My first experiences with the reading started long before I could even process complex thought. Before I was even born, my mother was an advocate for reading to me when I was in her womb. "I know you can't understand the words, but I would love for you to get use to this," She told the camera. She would always sit in her mother's home in Chicago, and record herself

I lived in rural Northeast Mississippi in a town called Pontotoc. This area was better known for sports and sweet potato farming. I viewed reading as something that I would have to just bear through to get a decent grade, so that I could play on the varsity team. The school I attended did not have a staff of extraordinary English teachers they were people who just enjoyed reading and writing. Reading had never been received by me as something I would be interested in personally. That all changed in my tenth grade year when I had Mrs. Victoria Walkers as my English teacher! She was a normal height brunette haired lady, just a regular old teacher like the rest. She was a newer teacher at the high school and had become friends with my mother who also taught at the high school, which led to Mrs. Walker and me to becoming somewhat of friends. We had somewhat of a fun loving relationship, I would say, we would pick and joke with one another like I would with almost all of my teachers. She was just another small town teacher like all of my previous English teachers, I thought. Mrs. Walker had a hidden agenda to get all the good old boys like me to get interested into reading, and she looked forward to the challenge.

The inevitable had happened; I, as a small child, was demanded to read. A little antisocial human being launched into a world of, at first, difficult words and lengthy phrases. While words and literacy were forced into my mind, I had reluctantly begun the adventure to enjoy and accept the art of literature. Later however, my hopes and dreams were crushed to pieces by a gruesome teacher with an interesting form of a so called “grading policy.”

    As a child I was a very eager learner, I always wanted to learn new things to feed my brain. My desire to learn how to read started when I was introduced to the book, “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?” Since I didn't have the ability to read at that age, I would ask my mom to

Reading is the interpretation of written symbols and involves the visual perception of those symbols. Reading connects the meaning of symbols with the words that has been spoken or heard. Kindergarten students build reading skills as they progress from letter recognition to early phonics. They begin to learn the beginning and ending sounds of common or high frequency words. As their vocabulary increases students begin to use words

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

I learned to read like any other kid, starting in Pre-K, only reading super easy books, with maybe five to six pages. The pages mainly included pictures. Each year, the books we read would get harder and harder, eventually leading me up to big novels that I can read today. Ever since I was little, reading words has

Howard, at the beginning of my senior year. I was looking forward to that because I always want to know how I can fix any of the mistakes I make. I always dreaded that class; every day it was hot and muggy, it had a foul smell, my classmates were rude, and even Ms. Howard was rude. When teachers are rude, I seem to have a “Fine. I’ll do what I want. I will not give you my best because obviously you do not deserve it, nor care.” I really did not stick with that attitude just because I am more respectable than that, more than I should be. One day, the day before an essay was done, Ms. Howard sat and “taught” class, rather than giving back our drafts like she promised. At the end of class, I walked up to her desk and asked, “Have you looked at my draft? Can I have it back so I can finalize it?” She looked up, neglecting the caring tone that she should have presented, “Sorry, I’ll read it now,” flipped through the white pages literally for a second and scribbled chicken scratch, so I couldn’t even read it. She then handed my essay back to me and said in a rushing voice, “Here you go! Looks great, now get to class before the bell rings.” I was just astonished by how selfish she acted with a promise she made to the entire class. She always had this “It’s not my problem” attitude. It made me wonder why I struggled so much in class when the

Learning to read is a valuable and important skill that children acquire from a very early age. Children gain an understanding of the different sounds in our spoken language from a wide range of different experiences and social interaction with their environment. For example, singing and saying rhymes, sharing books, making and listening to music, pretend play, listening to adults and joining in conversations etc ect. as mentioned by Vygotsky (1978)

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

Jones was my first grade teacher and for the first couple days of school, I thought we would get along nicely, that is until I started to notice hostility towards me. I did not understand what I did to deserve such treatment when I tried my hardest to be the best student I could be. Mrs. Jones had done many things over that school year that I did not approve of but there was one occasion that I felt she went overboard with her actions. It was Father’s Day and every student in the class was making their gifts and I was the only student in the classroom who was not participating.

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

There is a multitude of varying things and activities I enjoy. Accordingly, one of my favorite pastimes I partake in is the involvement in trivia. My favorite trivia topic usually relates to the field of history. As a major fan of past events, I find it most engaging when knowing, and answering, a trivia question that directly coincides with history. This connects to my favorite class in high school, which consequently, happens to be the United States History course I completed junior year. The teacher was incredibly knowledgeable in the antiquity of our nation, which in fact, enhanced my overall learning experience. Accordingly, the class that I am most excited for, is enrolling in a future history course detailing ancient Greece. This particular class peaks my interest the most because I have always been fascinated by one of the most advanced and intelligent civilizations for its time. In time, I hope to develop a deeper understanding of history relating to western civilizations in the academic years to come. Included in my many interests and hobbies is the practice of reading one to two books a month. Over the course of high school, I managed to finish a variety of amazing literature pieces. Specifically, one of my favorite works of literature includes the masterpiece constructed by Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. This play was enthralling to say the least as I found it challenging to stop reading it in and out of the classroom. I do not enjoy watching or playing sports. I

The lunch bell rings, while most kids’ favorite class of the day is lunch, it is my least favorite. I’ve figured out a way to prevent myself from being pushed around in the halls on the daily since im basically invisible to all of the other kids. Everyone sprints out the door into the hallways while I wait at my desk for about 20 seconds so that by the time I leave the classroom everyone else is already in the cafeteria and out of the halls.