Reading And Reading : My Personal Aspects Of Reading

Ever since I was in elementary school, I have had a strong fascination with literature. Overtime, I had a plethora of books lining my bookcases and barely had room for any more. Reading was a necessity to me and it still is to me today. I eat, sleep, and breath literature because I feel like it’s essential to my academic career. Literature does many wonderful things like, teach me about life lessons, transport me to a new world that I have only dreamed about going to, and discover new vocabulary.

It was not an easy task to overcome but with lots of extra support from my teachers and parents, I was able to become a stronger reader for life. This helped me form my beliefs of struggling readers. I know with lots of support these students can overcome being a struggling reader. I can support these students by working with them in my classroom when the other students are working in groups. The challenges with struggling readers are they shut down easily, they have the I can’t attitude, and they often don’t like working alone. I can respond to these challenges by having a positive attitude, help them out when working alone to sound out words, give these student’s lots of praise, and let them know they are doing a good

In elementary school, I loved to read. Writing was not a big deal either due to the fact that we did not have to write four page essays. It was in first grade when I started to like reading. Reading has just been freshly introduced, considering we had only completed one year of school. My teacher always read to us and I wanted to read those books as well. Throughout elementary school I started to read Junie B. Jones books, which were my favorite. All of the books were about a first grade girl and her different adventures. I had always enjoyed reading those books. Each book had a different topic which I would always relate to in some way. Although I liked to read, I did struggle with reading comprehension which made me dislike writing as well. I hated having to read and then go and write about it. To this day, I still do not like reading comprehension, but my feelings toward reading and writing have changed.

As a child I began reading in first grade. I have never had any reading difficulties or struggles. By the time I was is second grade my mom had to threaten me nightly, grounding me from books because I would get lost in the stories and stay

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.

I remember as a kid, how my parents use to take me to the library every month pick out a book. My parents would let me take at least two to three books home with me and they would read to me every other night before bed. When I first started elementary school, my parents learned that I had a learning inefficiency. That was when I was put into to the special program with Ms. Quick. When I started to progress in school my parents were literally forcing me to read a book every other day. As started getting older, I started to not to like reading because it was always little things that I would struggle with but my parents didn’t give up on me. From third to fifth grade, my parents were making me read chapter books; every night before bed my parents made me read a story to them for thirty minutes and afterwards, they would ask me to give an explanation on what I read to them. By the time I started junior high, I was a great reader. From then on, I had no problem with my reading abilities.

Throughout all of time, literature has played an important role in people’s lives. Books are more than just stories to laugh at, cry with, or fall asleep to, but books can teach. Literature

As a reader, I have always struggled. From the first time, I began to read to now. We never understood why until I was in sixth grade. In sixth grade, I was tested for dyslexia and as a result we found out I was dyslexic. Through my grade school and high school years We did everything and anything to help me to read better.

This topic matters to me because I did have difficulties reading up until the age of 11. Throughout all of elementary school and most of middle school I was in an extra reading class and I think if someone

four, my grandmother began teaching me the basics of reading and how to write the alphabet. The hours spent working with my grandmother influenced the love I have for literature. Although I have a passion for reading and writing, I feel this passion slowly fading with age. As I get older, I realize that reading does not seem as enjoyable as it used to be for me. Reading and writing has influenced my life in a thankful, a joyful, but also a slightly negative way.

In Kindergarten I remember having to read short story books. I was so bad at reading and felt so far behind everyone, it was extremely frustrating. The truth is I felt stupid. It was very exciting finishing a book successfully but I was not confident when reading. My teacher would get frustrated with me as if it was the easiest read in the world. If you fast forward about 15 years, I’m driving in the car with my little brother who is in, 6th or 7th grade. He should be at a fluent reading level by now. I asked him to read a billboard for me, confident he could read it. He said angrily that he was not going to read it because he knows how to read. Reading did not come easy for my little brother, he was informed of his dyslexia at a young age. I think my

Reading was more of stabbing me in the back. I tried to read, and I would leave clueless that I receive a bombing grade. I left feeling hopeless. I would end up barely pass the class and the milestone. When I struggle with reading, I was occasionally stuck in my house upstairs in my room where it is usually quiet as a mouse. So if I was busy with homework, I could not go to my Boy Scout meeting or play baseball. I lived in a county in Georgia that has a challenging well-educated school system, which was rough when I tried to overcome my autism because my speech, reading and writing issues. Reading slows me down when I needed to finish a project, got ready for a test, or sent in a reading blog. Plus, my mom will command me to read to her when I struggle with my reading decoding. Soon, it all started to change in eighth grade that happen by my mom’s three little words, the book, and the blog.

IT is traditionally around first grade when children are taught to read in school. Some children catch on before this with the help of parents, and others are slower to read at expected levels and speeds. I can say without hesitation that my mom sent me on the path to be a reader. My mom is an elementary school teacher and so she started to read to me at a very young age. I have memories of listening to her reading everything from Love You Forever to Little Woman and lots in between. I am fortunate that my mom read to me so much because I picked up reading before going into kindergarten, starting with Goodnight Moon. 1st grade. Taught to read. Had to read for class. Harry potter and the sorcerer's stone, would read on own time, with help from mom. Before this it had primarily been listening to people read to me, small picture books like goodnight moon.

On a cool summer night in Boston there I was, a kid who should have been outside kicking a soccer ball around and enjoying summer vacation, stuck at the kitchen table trying to fill a journal page. At the time, I could not think of anything I hated more than writing. On numerous occasions throughout that vacation, my mom told me I had to sit down and write one page in the notebook on any topic I wanted. This task bothered me so much that I finally told her I would become a scientist so I would never have to write again and could do fun experiments instead. Reading was not my favorite activity either. Unless you found me a page-turning action book with no lapses in excitement, I was almost guaranteed to hate the book. On one memorable occasion, I found a book series about pirates that had everything I wanted in a good book. Yet on the third book in the series, I ran into several chapters with little else besides characters talking on a ship. I became so uninterested at this point that I put down that book for good. For me, reading and writing was boring, and lacked the excitement that could be found in other activities such as playing sports or video games. Even when compared to other school subjects, reading and writing were always number two, below the sciences and math.

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.