While I was attending elementary school, reading was a crucial piece of my life. I would read almost anything that caught my interest additionally, reading has taught me many critical thinking skills throughout my life. In my third grade class, I had a teacher who I seemed to disagree with a majority of the time, Mr. Johnson. He was a polite man, intelligent, slim, and had dark curly hair. He would assign each student 20 minutes of reading out of class each day, which was always a straightforward task. Library trips were frequent due to us having to read a certain amount of minutes per week. Then on one infamous day, Our class went on a miniature field trip to the school library. As I walked into the library I noticed a random book on a shelf to my left, the title read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz. While I was inspecting the book, the cover had a spooky scarecrow which mystified me. My best friend Trey, who is shy and extremely lanky, was alongside me at the time stated: “Get it now before someone else takes it.” This book was rarely in the library so I knew this was my only opportunity to read it. I made a break towards the librarian’s desk and nevertheless checked out the book, I started reading it while the rest of the class was still looking for their books for the remainder of the week. The book contained many frightening stories, one of my personal favorites was “Bride”. The story involves a woman on her wedding day, who was playing hide and
Reading and writing has never come very easy to me. There have been a lot of factors that hinder me from being able to read and write well. English has always been my least favorite class during elementary school throughout high school and it still is now in college. I can count the number of books that I’ve actually been able to completely finish reading on one hands. In school, whenever we were assigned to read however many chapters of a book at night, I would just look up the spark notes for that chapter because I have such a hard time reading. By the way, reading the spark notes does not work as a substitute for reading the book instead.
If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.
I’ve always been an avid reader. When I was in elementary school, my mother would take my brother and I to the library every week to pick out books. I would take the books to school and read them all in one day. I loved reading so much that my teachers would call home and tell my parents that I was reading my library books during class instead of my textbooks. Reading has always been a major part of my life. I used to aspire to become an author. I even wanted to become an editor at one point. I used to make daily household newspapers and magazines for my entire family to read and enjoy. My strong love for reading certainly came in handy during my freshman year of high school.
Reading has had a place in my life from a young age with two young working parents putting themselves through school, books often kept me busy and quiet. When I started elementary school it took me longer to develop my reading skills if it wasn’t for my favorite book series Amelia Beldia I don’t think I ever would have caught up. The moment I fell in love with reading I was in second grade on a school night I stayed up all night reading a long book about animals. I even woke up my parents at 4 am to tell them how proud I was of myself. Reading in a classroom setting is difficult for me when I'm not interested in the story. The proficiency tests throughout the years k-5th where the worst. Terrible short stories about potato farming, bird flight patterns were not interesting enough to keep my hyperactive mind on track. Against all odds, I was able to focus and graduate
I’ve never put much thought into what defines reading or literacy. I know that they are life skills that are necessary for a person to have a functional place in the world. Growing up it was expected that you learned how to read, write, interpret, clarify, summarize, and question based on what is presented to you. It used to be based on textbooks, novels, and newsprint. As of now, I’ve lost count of the different ways that we can communicate.
I can't help but laugh when going through my old IEP paperwork from grade school. Most of the teachers concerns were my reading skills, and handwriting. The school threw me into handwriting classes grades 1-5. I'd miss a 1/4th of my regular class just with that. Jokes on them my handwriting is still terrible. From reading all of their paperwork and the dates on them, the reading concerns came from right after my mom passed away. I was more than capable of doing well in that area. In fact, I really loved reading and still do. I just didn't want to be there. I didn't like my peers, and I didn't like them asking about my mom all the time. You know how kids are, they are vicious and sometimes said mean things kids say. The teachers didn't help
I read many others books in elementary school. Reading was probably my favorite hobby, and it seemed very easy. At Clearview, we did Arty, and I read a lot of books for Arty. I had the highest score for Arty, and broke the school record. That was an awesome accomplishment, and I still have the little trophy I received. There was also a reading competition in fourth grade, and we received little plastic shapes to put on a dogtag necklace. I was awarded with the most tags, and a certificate for having the highest. Reading was a big part of my childhood, and I read many books other students could read proficiently. I always wanted to be able to read well, and impress people I cared about. I looked at reading in a positive way, and as something exciting. I think my early start to reading and experiences with reading as a small child really helped me appreciate books, and want to read more. It greatly affected my attitude towards reading. Reading was also my way to escape reality at times and have time for peace and relaxation. It still could be today, but I don’t have much time to
Ever since I was a child, reading has been an important part of my daily routine because in order to succeed in life you have to first master the basics
Reading has been one of the most important things in my life since I was very young. Some of my earliest memories are of learning to read. Reading might actually have been the thing that brought me out of the either of infancy into the stream of consciousness in which I currently live my life, because I don't have any clear memory of life before I could read in some capacity. I used to read all of the billboards that I saw out loud to my mom as practice. I know that it was extremely annoying to hear every billboard in town everyday from the back seat of the car, but my mom encouraged and helped me and I'm sure that reading would not have been such an
Through the years of elementary school, I excelled in reading because of the comprehension I had and my love for books. We were always required to read a book, because we needed a certain amount of accelerated reading points each month. My favorite books were Junie B. Jones and Captain Underpants. I enjoyed reading during these years because it came natural to me and I admired the fictional aspects of books and the way they could make my mind run wild. The teachers I had I credit some of my success to because they helped me succeed in reading during elementary school.
Reading" is the process which involves looking at a series of written symbols and getting meaning from them. When we read, we use our eyes to receive written symbols (letters, punctuation marks and spaces) and we use our brain to convert them into words, sentences and paragraphs that communicate something to us.
I lost my mom when I was young so I didn’t have her there to read to me or teach me about things or buy me books. My father was and still is in the Army National Guard and was deployed for long periods of time when I was a child. It’s like there was a void in my life and literacy has always been a temporary fill. Growing up I had always been eager to learn more and know more about random topics. I was once so into soccer that I had only read stories about soccer players for an entire school year. Another year I was so intrigued by mummies that I would search through the school library for mummy books until I begged my aunt to get me a library card to the closest library around (1 hour away). It honestly felt like my birthday every time I got to go to the city Library and choose up to 4 books of my liking and take them home.
Due to this class I have been interested in why reading and writing is important, because of this I look up interesting facts about reading and writing, which I ‘d like to share. The importance of reading is 50 percent of U.S adults can’t read a grade book. 33 percent of high school graduates will never real open a book after high school. Also, In United States four out of 5 students are not proficient writers. About 17 percent of college freshman required remedial writing classes .I believe reading can be compared breathing I and writing can be compared to breathing out.
Reading helps in mental development and is known to stimulate the muscles of the eyes and it is also an activity that involves greater levels of concentration and adds to the conversational skills of the reader.
Reading has at all times and in all ages been a source of knowledge, of happiness, of pleasure and even moral courage. In today's world with so much more to know and to learn and also the need for a conscious effort to conquer the divisive forces, the importance of reading has increased. In the olden days if reading was not cultivated or encouraged, there was a substitute for it in the religious sermon and in the oral tradition. The practice of telling stories at bed time compensated to some extent for the lack of reading. In the nineteenth century Victorian households used to get together for an hour or so in the evenings and listen to books being read aloud. But today we not only read, we also want to read more and more and catch up