Reading Autobiography Draft Analysis

1. Nathan V. was able to mask his learning difficulty by memorizing. When asked to read something something familiar or complete a familiar learning task, Nathan was successful. However, when Nathan had to complete an unfamiliar activity or read unfamiliar text, he struggled. For example, when reading to his mother, Nathan's mother noticed that while reading, Nathan never looked at the book, he stared into another room. He had memorized just the words on the page to "mask" his learning difficulty. As we know however, simply memorizing words on a page does not facilitate learning. Nathan knows how to say the words, but he does not know the sounds that make up the words he is reading (phonemic awareness). Nor, does he know the meaning of what he reads (comprehension).

Sitting up tight in his hardwood chair eating bits of his nasty lunch food. He feels a bone touch his temple. He blasted out of chair throwing fist at his ex girlfriend boyfriend. On the corner of his eye he sees his teacher approaching red faced an all. A few moments later the teacher grabs his arm pulling him back from the fighting. “What's the matter with you.” the teacher said. Walking Eric to the principal's office.

My earliest reading moments we're listening to Television and cartoons. I’m not sure if that counts as reading but I was learning words at that time well hearing the words. I do remember reading books like Junie B. Jones and If you give a moose a muffin.Beginning my kindergarten year, I only read books that had pictures in it, that was the only way to keep my attention. Young at that age I was thinking why read the books if you can just scan through the pages with pictures and get the

My earliest memory of learning how to read was when I was about four or five years old. My siblings were mainly the ones who taught me to read before I even entered elementary school. By the time I did start attending school I was reasonably literate. One vivid memory I have that always comes to mind when I think of how I started reading was of my sister teaching me. We had these square little red Dora the Explorer books that were only 4 pages. My sister would have me read them out loud and waited patiently as I tried to figure the words out and get the pronunciation right. She made sure I was fluent in my reading abilities for that day before I could go play.

Through literature circles, Mrs Kandel had us read many books such as A Wrinkle in Time, Number the Stars, and many more stories. Some of these novels we dreaded, while others we fell in love with. She would sometimes let us read the novel with “POPCORN” so everyone got to read whether they only read the limit of two lines or the student read until she made you give up their turn. Each story, showed us the different ways that stories can be told or written. Another activity that

As a child, reading was an activity that I loved and grasped from the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world around me; one full of big letters, long syllables, descriptive words, and jazzy sentences that combined to create exhilarating descriptions of everything I would come across in my thrilling adventures. From the earliest stages of my life to my first simple words, to recognizing how a colorful picture matched the plot of a story, I grew, developed, and spent time with the wonderful people around me whom I was blessed to call my uncles, aunts, and cousins. They had spent hours upon hours pouring their time into teaching me the arduous process of reading, instructing everything they could about sounds, syllables, pronunciation, and

My personal history as a reader started when I was in kindergarten. There were two people who helped me learn to read, which were my mother and my kindergarten teacher. They helped me learn to read by first knowing Basic English words. My best experience while reading was understanding different perspectives and feeling what the character is feeling through the authors’ descriptive writing. When I read any stories I like to put myself in the characters perspective to experience the book better. I never had a worst experience reading except when I was little and it was hard for me to pronounce certain words.

My room was not big nor messy, I didn’t have anything except a T.V, dresser and games. It was hot in my room and I always had my fan on, and when its on it makes a noise that is not annoying but soothing. I was never a patient person that is why I never read, I prefer to watch T.V. about the book then read the book. It takes too long to read, When we can do a lot more stuff done before I had to get to bed for school. This time it was for school I was not going to get below a c in, Mrs. Wonnel’s class. After I was changed and ready to try and read, I locked my door so I wouldn’t get interrupted from my thoughts I read the summary on the book. It was not that interesting as I thought I would be because he didn’t play basketball he was a reporter. After reading the first paragraph I was getting hooked, before I knew it I was half way through the book and it was time to eat, and

I slowly turned the first page of the worn and fragile book. The Instrument contained numerous words of wisdom, or so I had heard from my biological grandma, I lifted it to my face. Did it hold the solution to my problems? The woman of my childhood was convinced that it did. It smelled of leather with lingering traces of tobacco. Grandma held the book often, I remembered, envisioning her in my mind many years past, when I went for a visit to my grandparents house. After supper she sat in the rocker near the fireplace, from time to time taking a break from her reading to step outside and smoke. I didn't like the smell of the cigarettes. Never the less that was the way grandma was. She was an intriguing woman. She didn’t say much in her later

First let me give you some background info, my parents are divorced, for as long as I can remember this has been the hand that I was dealt. My mom has four kids, me being her youngest. My dad has four kids me being his oldest. I say this because I was raised by two different people, with different beliefs, and parenting styles. It was hard to balance between pleasing the both of them all the time, and because this I developed at a young age this "people-pleaser" attitude. When in the presence of my father I was quite, I kept my head down, I did as I was told when I was told, I was as sharp as a needle but I lived in a haystack and I made it my business not to pierce anyone. When I was with my mother I was not only alive but I was living, I

The low continuous hum of air flowing through the ducts lured me into an embracing sense of calm. The rhythmic tapping of fingers dancing over keyboards around me, set ablaze by the firing neurons of new, rather, incomplete thoughts, pulled me closer to a sea of prolific understandings. The sweet odor of archaic hardbound books filled the air, coupled with the college stench of AXE body spray and cheap, overly-pungent perfume gagged my sensitive lungs. But the pain, oh the great pain of near-silence you find in the library is one which I will never forget. I have since grown accustomed to the odor of books on shelves since articulating into the college curriculum, a sensory assault that had laid absent to my past. I have mixed emotions about

Reading is one of my favorite habits. For me reading is to explore inside the pages of a book. My passion for reading comes from my father who taught me that the book is the most faithful friend I can ever have. I remember from my reading memoirs one of his favorite quotes by Ernest Hemingway: “There is no friend as loyal as a book.” In fact reading is the best method to develop the mind, purify the soul, and stimulate behavior. My reading memoir have experiences comprise the memories that have led me to my current academic journey.

The benefit of narrative writing helped me develop a flow of writing. Narrative writing has a beginning, middle, and end to the story. It's told in chronological order. The story can be fictional or non-fictional. Also, it describes people and the location of the story.

A lack of incidental learning does not only affect a person’s knowledge of vocabulary, but their knowledge of the world that surrounds them. It is already believed that hearing and Deaf individual’s organization of knowledge in the long-term memory is different (“How Deaf Children Learn”). The belief that Deaf and hearing students are the same, minus the ability to hear, is simply not true. How a Deaf person obtains, and retains information is quite different from how a hearing person approaches doing so. This, plus a lack of incidental learning can have lasting effects on how a student retrieves information from text. When reading, ideally, we will apply our own knowledge to make sense and obtain meaning from the text. This skill is called top-down

Looking back at my first post about how I learned to read reminded me how much of an impact my family had on me. My mom worked endlessly with me to make learning fun. I remember she would think of different games to help expose me to words. As we would drive through town she would point out different stores and say the names. Soon this became a game where when we passed a store I would try to say the name of the store before someone else in the car did based on recognition. By playing these games I was relying on the parallel distributed processing model. When I would see a word I would pull the meaning from memory so I could correctly produce the intended word. Not only was I using my memory, I was also depending on social learning and engagement.