Personal Narrative: My Love Of Reading And Writing

In my earliest years, I can recall one of our projects with my 1st grade teacher. It was very memorable for me, because we went all out for it. The project like most of us in that class remember was to write a story. The story was Flat Stanley. I was mostly ahead of my game in my early years. Then, there came my 5th grade year, The teacher i had in that class always got on me, for not paying attention. I almost got held back that year because i couldn’t focus. That year onward, was a struggle for me.

First off, I don’t agree with my reading score because it is too low and I know I read and have a better knowledge than an 8th grader which upsets me, but I think I know why i got this score. I earned it more than likely because when I took the test, I didn’t pay much attention and care about it so I just guessed answers and didn’t put my whole thinking into the test. I’m not going to be despondent with the grade because I know I can read better. In retrospect I know if I tried my complete best I’d get a higher level score. Furthermore, depending, on the book I’m reading I tend to like reading if it has my complete interest. I don’t think I need to improve my reading abilities because I’m already a solid reader, because I feel accomplished

My earliest experience with reading and writing were traumatizing especially when I was in the first grade. I still recall the experience I went through to this day. It made me really hate myself because the other kids were making fun of me.

Also right now I am reading more than the required amount of reading time, which tells me that I enjoy to read and when I read I get lost in the book.My average amount of time to read a day is 30 with my brother.The required amount is 20 minutes, so I usually exeed the expectation every day.I think in the future, I will be hopefully exceeding the expectation of that grade level to.I will do this by incresing the amount of time I read each year till I ecxeed the expected amount of the required time.I plan to start this at the end of this school year. I will start off with a small amount then in maybe a couple of years I will be past the expectation by far.

As a child growing up, I never really enjoyed reading or was ever good at it on my own. I never could understand the words and what they were trying to say in a story. I was able to read the words but putting them together was always tough for me. Whenever my teachers would ask me to summarize what I read, I would panic and break down greatly. I never could remember what I was reading after I had read it to myself or even aloud. This always caused a great amount of stress for me, especially having to read aloud to the class. I was never good at reading aloud and always felt so embarrassed to do so. I would despise going to class because I always seemed to get called on to read aloud the most. In elementary school we would get taken out of class

My reading is a different type of reading, with that said I am a different type of reader. As a junior in highschool I started the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry. That is a series that sparked the inner reader inside me. I moved my reading level up all through the year and finally finished the year with a 11.8 reading level, as a junior I was pleased with that reading score. I came into senior year working on the third book in the Rot & Ruin series, Flesh & Bone. After that book we started book clubs; I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay. I didn’t enjoy that book, although it challenged my reading skills. In the book Tatiana De Rosnay had the book bounce around between two different characters. That made the book hard to follow, although I feel the book helped me open up and focus more on the reading. After book clubs came to a conclusion we started in on the adventurous love mess, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This challenging read provoked me to read harder; I took my resources and studied, I tried to get better. Mary Shelley had themes throughout this book, the themes had me really thinking about the text. Pressing forward to the end of first semester and the middle of my Senior year, I now can say I read at a 12.9 level. I am beyond

What influenced me to become the reader I am today is how when my parents read to me and how it made me feel. Growing up as a middle child was always the worst compared to my sisters. My little sister was the baby and got away with everything, along with all of my parents attention. My older sister was the “responsible” one so she got to do more and communicated a lot more with my parents. As the middle child to me the only time I got alone with my parents is when they would read to me.

To the teachers at Lakeridge, I never seemed to struggle with reading because I spoke English so, I was ahead of a lot of kids in the class. Heritage was different because, it was not very diverse and everyone spoke English. Because of the differences in the speed of learning I fell behind in Heritage's standards. Not only did I struggle to read but I also hated reading, making the task that much more difficult. Reading for me was like pulling teeth, and given the choice I probably would have preferred getting my teeth pulled. My teacher and parents came to an agreement that I would go to a class a couple times a week to help work on my reading skills. This class had me work with a special teacher who had the necessary skills and lesson to improve my reading. The class seemed to work because by the time I hit

I know what makes me happy: Reading. My reading passion started a few years ago and ever since I have not dropped a book. It all started when I was in fifth grade. My teacher Ms. Ortiz encouraged her students more than any other teacher to read! At the time I laughed at the idea of sitting down with a book. I did not have friends since my school was small and filled with kids that did not care much about school. As I started to read the stories filled my heart and made me happy. As the years went by and I started socializing more I stopped seeing reading as a way to forget about the world around me and more of a way to laugh and learn. But, when I am upset, I pick up a book. Reading is something I am passionate about. My favorite thing to

I like to read because you can learn stuff about the world and it can make you smarter. I like reading because it gets me out of my problem and my stress and i can go somewhere else and never have to do anything. Like for example I read the bible for church and I learn stuff about what happened back in the time of Caesar it's intriguing and I like to know what happened and who was the most important person. Well I like social studies and I like history and like to know what happened back then

First and foremost, I have an extreme problem with making myself read books. I don’t have a lot of time to do this activity, but several circumstances like car rides would lend this time. I simply do not use the time I have to read because I have a serious motivational problem when it comes to reading. Near the end of the year I even stopped reading the texts in my own anthology. This has impeded my ability to truly understand the text for what the text says and to get the full effect. Instead, I have resorted to reading by deputy in almost every case. Because of this I have missed out on a lot of practice in decrypting the words in actual novel or piece of poetry. Another weakness I have as a student is not splitting my work up evenly enough. Throughout the weeks there were some times when I could have been doing more homework in order to counteract the mass amount on Sunday, but my motivational deficiency stopped me from doing so. This increased my own stress level when it came to Sunday because I had so much to do. This even ruined my healthy sleep cycle. These weaknesses became more of an issue as time went on, but I was able to overcome them when it came to the

Some ways to grow and excel as a reader is to read more books that challenge me in a way that I can still understand the book. Also, read when i’m bored or just trying to kill time. To keep my grades next year in honors I must keep myself going, and have on my mind that school comes first. Another way is to get extra help and extra credit so if I mess up on something I can fix it and get my grade higher. A strategy I will start using is my parents. Everyday after school I will tell them what I have to get done and so when I get home, they will keep reminding me that I have to get it

Life forces you to face obstacles in your life that you often do not agree with. I attended school at Central Academy in Sand Springs, Oklahoma. For me growing up, reading was a constant struggle, especially if it involved reading in front of my classmates. I was faced with that barrier at the beginning of my elementary school days. Soon my reading skills began to affect my grades inside the classroom, and myself esteem outside of it. Growing up I didn’t have the best childhood. My parents were constantly arguing and to busy choosing drugs over my brother and me. Most kids remember their parents reading them a bedtime story, or singing them a song. As for me, I was lucky if my parents came home before midnight. My dad Charles worked in a machine shop and ran the cnc’s. While my mom Trinity worked the graveyard shift at one of the local markets called Homeland. I was faced with the choice to watch my little brother or do my reading homework. Of course, we all know which option I went with. My little brother Oston was obviously more important to me than the reading assignments. After all the struggles I have faced, I knew reading would eventually be one of them.

There is a misconception that growing up in today's generation you have two options; you either work hard and you will pass or you don’t work hard and you will fail. People often forget the students who do work hard but still fail. School for me has often been quite challenging. Independent reading is an important art in a child’s education, and sadly, this was the hardest thing for me to do well in. For instance, back in 5th grade I attempted to read the book “Journey

As I became a teacher, I realized that the majority of my reading struggles could have been solved with a little dose of reading and quality time communicating with classmates. I had strong family values and was taught to respect adults including teachers. Getting into trouble or acting inappropriate was not the way I thought anyone should be. I did not understand why students gave teachers behavioral challenges. Since I did not get into trouble, I also did not want to bother a teacher, so I did not ask too many questions even though I should have. When I was in school, we had a teacher-directed curriculum, so I learned only to depend on myself. I was not taught how to love reading, only that it was a chore. More importantly, my parents always wanted me to do well but never inquired with teachers or checked my grades. Without this supervision, I became lazy and did not progress. Collectively, these ways of learning hindered my learning potential.