Personal Narrative Analysis

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

There I was. An undersized 3rd grader, meeting with the school librarian, who was probing at my ability to read and comprehend the book I chose for that week. It was during this particular week in which I refused to join the class in their sticky hand raid, but rather, shift through my new library at home. It was the weekend prior in which my grandmother purchased a white box from a garage sale.

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

Throughout the past year I went through a great deal of undertakings that caused me to become more experienced with my skills and how to overcome various challenges. These really built up my character and the way I am today. In all aspects, this past year consisted of going to Killington, Vermont, my brother going into the Air Force, meeting him in Texas for his graduation of basic training, completing a double backflip on a trampoline, landing a front flip on flat ground, accomplishment of a 2 ½ front flip on a diving board, getting 2nd at leagues, and competing in districts. All of these activities have advanced me in a skill or challenged me to an extent.

Regardless of the fact that children start in the same spot when it comes to learning, every child is different therefore, there are possibilities to developmental delays. During one’s middle childhood period, cognitive processes, among many other factors are developing. Children encounter many hardships during this time. Learning to read is a major developmental challenge for many kids. According to an article regarding struggling readers, “learning to read is a challenge for almost 40% of kids” (Reading Rockets, 2015). As life progresses, so does a child’s development and how they manage to go through life day by day. The challenge of learning to read can definitely affect the adults present in a child’s life. Teachers and parents are two of the biggest roles in a child’s life that has to deal with this obstacle in development. A teacher needs his or her students to become well-rounded educated citizens. However, this period of time is definitely one of the hardest stages for teachers to be successful educating all of their students only because this is the time in the learner’s life where they are being taught many different new concepts required in life for them to

It had been the third day in a row that I was stuck in there with those two, watching my friends have a great time with a book shoved in my face. It just got drilled into my head that reading meant I had done something wrong. This distaste for reading continued through my life, faking my way through reading log descriptions and forging my parents’ signatures, up until about seventh grade. I was a bit angsty in middle school. I got into some trouble and veered off course a bit. Mrs. Caudill, though, saw the good in me and didn’t give up on my character. She offered new and creative ways to express ourselves, and it renewed my interest in English in a big way. I remember the first book I had read since elementary was a recommendation from her, Unwind. I fell in love with that book immediately. I actually read it a few more times later in high school. It just changed my entire perception of reading. Instead of using it as an escape from my life, I used it as an example of how my life could be worse. I think that’s why I enjoy the horror

Teeth clenched, I watched in horror as pages of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends” twirled through the air towards my mother soaking in the tub. “Splash!” As black ink began to stain the pages, tears streamed down my face. My beloved new library book fell victim to water damage. Every Tuesday, my first grade class would take a trip to the library, and at the end of our library lesson, we were each allowed to check out a book. On Tuesdays, I would race off of the school bus to proudly display to my mom which book I had selected for the week. That particular week I chose “Where the Sidewalk Ends”. I could not wait for my mother to get out of the tub to show her, and my excited hands threw the book at her instead. I learned some important lessons that week. Do not

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

When I was 18, I have had many experiences in my life where I was pressured to quit school. From not having the proper learning from educators to having blocking obstacles in the way for me to learn. Especially back in high school, I was always the student to ask questions if I did not understand projects or homework. I would never agree to something I was ordered to do and didnt know enough information to get it completed. As time went on in high school, I eventually gave up. I started to wonder why I was not paying attention to education but to something that had much less value, social life. I begin to realize that all of my friends have dropped out and had begin to live life. Not knowing dropping out of school would have affected me, I

Sometimes she would have stories from her childhood memories or old traditionally Mexican legend stories or whenever I was tired from all day she would get any small book such as "The three little pigs” or "Snow White" or any kinds of children’s book there was to read aloud until I fell asleep. Now that I mirror to it there was always a good moral to these stories if it wasn’t enjoying your time with family or honesty, there was a always a good value to each story she would share with me. Which in fact it turned effect with whom I consider the person I am today. As I grew older and older the literature books got deeper and deeper, especially when I changed from one school in a country to another country. From the very first day I ever went to school till the last day I spent in high school. and now into college there has not been one single day that haven’t had to read a book. Whether it was “ Cat in the Hat “ in elementary school, “To kill a Mocking Bird “ in middle school, or “Shakespeare” in high school, Literature has always been in existent in my school life. In between all the literature reports and the comprehending of Shakespearean literature there is no uncertainty that my literacy and writing has progressed significantly thanks to

I began to have troubles with math, so my main focus was trying to get a better understanding of it even though It was just something I didn’t want to learn. I became lazy with subjects anything that involved reading I would just push to the side. Once I started 8th grade I begin to realize that I would need Reading to excel to highschool and it took me far too long to realize that. I didn't have any excuses on why I didn't like math or reading, my parents use to encourage to start reading books again and remind of the times I read in elementary school but I explained to them that you cannot compare elementary books to middle They are two different levels. I was growing up from my old interests.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

All my life, my main goal was (and still is) to move out of Wisconsin, say goodbye to the negative fifty degree winters, and explore the world. Looking for a career that incorporates my love for traveling and my intrest of Business has always sounded like a dream.Going to new, exotic places has always been a significant part in my life. After all, my first trip was when I was eight months old to Turks and Caicos. Throughout time, our family traveled to most of the Caribbean, I was infatuated with everything about these countries. At the age of ten, I started taking online Spanish courses.In the past year, I started to learn my third language, Italian. Learning a language takes a strong memory, from memorizing the spelling to all the forms the word has to be in.

One of my earliest memories as a child was of my father’s imposing dark-oak bookcase, stocked full of tomes far bigger than my young mind could comprehend. The case loomed over the living room of my childhood home, so many more of my memories have that tower of knowledge and dust as an intimidating backdrop. However, the bookcase always felt much safer when my father was around. With him, it turned into a place of exploration, with me asking my father what “this and that book are,” “what are they about,” “are they good.” So from a young age I built a connection between literature and my father. He was the one I went to time and time again as my reading skills developed, impatiently blurting out to him what happens in my short picture books

Reading and writing are two of the most important tools in my life, because without them I would not have an education. They form the basis of a class; for example, completing a lab in chemistry would not be possible without following a written lab procedure. These two skills are taught at such a young age, and as education advances students must continue to strive to reach a higher level. I can remember in elementary school, we were always pushed to reach the next reading level once we had successfully mastered the one we were on. It was always a competition for my sister and I to be at a higher level, I usually won. Even though I was excelling in reading it was the complete opposite for writing. It is something that has never come easy