Reading Log Analysis

Thanks to hours and hours of bedtime stories, I was able to read from the age of 3. In kindergarten I read to my classmates, and by second grade I was reading series like The Boxcar Children and Trixie Belden. Books allowed me to get lost in other worlds full of adventure and excitement. My love for what words can do has extended through high school. I pride myself on my book collection, anything from Hunger Games to The Picture of Dorian Gray. I’ve continued to read all the way through high school, some books four or five times because I love them so much.

My interest in reading started at an early age, before kindergarten. I have my mom to thank for reading a book or two to me at night before bed. My mom has told me that because she was a stay at home mom before I started school, it was her main goal to teach me as much as she could by herself, before any teachers had the chance to, and that included reading a couple children’s books to me every night. My grandpa had a hand in this too; he bought me a Dick and Jane storybook and before long, I had the entire book read by myself.

My love of reading blossomed when I was a child, because my parents showed me how wonderful reading is. There were countless nights when I remember myself as a little girl refusing to go to sleep before ‘tucking dad into bed’ by reading him a picture book. Not only did I uphold that tradition though, but my mother is a preschool teacher, so she gets really into reading out loud, and she would help me read books such as The Boxcar Children set, The Secret of NIMH and The Chronicles of Narnia weekly until I didn’t need help anymore.

When I was younger, the amount of obligations upon me fewer and less likely to affect life in the long term, it was far easier to pursue my passion for fiction. School consumed less time, and the classes were introductions to various principles rather than in depth study. The books contained within the library of my elementary school weren’t great works of literature either. They were simple stories, with simple characters and events, but I loved them anyways. These simple things made sense, a comfort blanket that I simply had to reach into a basket on a shelf to find. When library time rolled around every week, I always managed to find three or four new ones to take home, and then read them all within a day or two. I had never been a particularly athletic child; I had the time and the will to devour as many stories as I possibly could.

I cannot recall the exact age I started reading, but I do know by second grade I was well on my way. Books interested me back then. I remember going to the public library and sitting on the bean bags and just reading. By, fifth grade I was breezing through books and getting all my stars for the Pizza Hut and scholastic challenge. The teachers made us do reports to make sure we were actually reading the books. However, I think even back then I was in a rush to get my stars that I skimmed through the books. Was this a decline to my leaning process? Maybe but I still had the joy of reading. The last book that really caught my attention was “Where the Red Fern Grows.” I remember having conversations about this book in class and the

My passion for reading began the summer before junior high, the English class I would be taking had a required summer reading list. I had no desire to read “boring books” over the summer and summarize them. Fortunately, my parents made me read the first book and I was hooked. Consequently, I became obsessed (in a positive way) with this unbelievable adventure; “The Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen; transported me to the wilderness that summer and sparked my love for reading. From that moment on reading became my favorite pastime. Literature expanded my world beyond the Rio Grande Valley I visited the “Island of the Blue Dolphins”, and decided I needed dogs with “Where the Red Fern Grows”. I have several beloved books that I never get tired of reading,

It may be cliché, but books have always held a spot close to my heart. When I was three I had a book called Bitsy Witch that went wherever I did. When I was seven, my mom read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone every night. In middle school, I worked my way through the entire children’s section at my local library. In high school, I took every English class offered, and when I entered college I to compromise with my family that I would also pursue a pre-professional program. My time outside of class was spent on my pre-professional degree until, my senior year in college. I took two classes that focused on children’s and young adult texts. Before those classes, I hadn’t realized that specializing in Children’s literature was

I spend my free time battling giant windmills with Don Quixote, rolling down hills in a tire with Scout, and exploring the depths of the sea with Captain Nemo. I have spent my entire life surrounded by literature. In my younger and more vulnerable years, my parents would read to me every single night before bed. My impressionable young mind absorbed stories about Meg Murry, Mary Poppins, and Harry Potter. Thus began my life-long affair with books. I was an odd child. I opted out of playing kickball or tag with my classmates and instead sat under a big oak tree reading. I entertained myself for hours as I walked the

Tears stung in my eyes as I gazed down at the dreaded product of neglect, already feeling a cold weight tug at my heart. Looking at my practice log, I determined that within the twenty-four hours remaining before it was due, I needed to make up the eight hours of practicing I had been lazily putting off. After informing my mom of this impossible feat, she told me that I would not be staying up past midnight to practicing as a meager attempt to salvage my grade. The next day I turned in my log with a hint of discouragement as I awaited my grade. I didn’t fail the class, but I still had to live with the knowledge that I could have done better. I tried to justify what happened by saying I wasn’t used to Jr. High with its additional seven classes,

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.

The importance of fitness during the teens years is the most important thing in a teens life, during your teen years your metabolism slows down by how old you get. As a kid your metabolism was fast, that's why most kids were active during those years but once you start going to school it starts to decrease. " Children in school for example were most active from 2pm to 6pm, which could reflect the fact that they are sitting in a classroom for most of the day until mid afternoon" (Park 5). Also "Kids may not be getting much exercise because they are not getting enough sleep and are too tired to be physically active" (Park 5). Kids probably don't get enough sleep due to cell phones, video games, and eating sugar at night causing

Too slow. Can’t keep up. Only 12 pages, did you give up? First grade is when the torture began, and when I mean torture, I mean reading logs. Reading logs were my biggest nightmare; my teacher would make me read for a certain amount of time and I would have to have my parents sign off saying that I actually read. In the beginning, I didn’t mind reading, I had enjoyed it in the past when my dad would read me a daily story before I went to bed. When I had to keep reading everyday for at least twenty minutes, I became tired of it really fast, and I began to dread it. I would push it off everyday until I went to bed as if hoping if I didn’t do it before bed then, I wouldn’t have to do it at all, but it never vanished. I typically enjoyed the books

I was hooked from book one (The Absent Author), and spent hours every day paging through the books on my own time, which would in turn increase my vocabulary, enhance my analytical thinking, and improve my writing skills. In all honesty, those books granted me a love for reading that couldn’t be satiated. They opened up a door for me that would provide solace, comfort, and happiness in the coming years, and I am forever grateful for being granted a personal outlet. Books have become something no one can take away from me, and every person deserves to have something permanent; I’m just glad I found mine when I

Reading has been one of my favorite hobbies since I was a little child. I grew up as a normal child should grow and eventually I had to start learning for me to fit in society. My literacy started many years ago, after I knew how to talk and communicate with people. Reading my alphabet was quite stressful and I had to be given a hand by my family members. I remember my parents reading with me and it was the most meaningful and memorable way to spend time with me. This is because I liked reading a lot and I was eager to learn so that I could fit in with my older siblings. My favorite books were storybooks taking about adventures and fairytales

Reading is something that is taught to everyone in their early childhood, the time I learned to read I was very fond of books. I loved to read novels to myself and to read them out loud to my sister. I like reading action, thriller, historical fiction, and mystery. During my early childhood we would have challenges of reading such as wrapped up and reading, golden dragon. These were reading challenges for students to read 20-25 specific grade novels during the school year and at the end you got a party if you read at least 5-10. I used to love reading and at that time I would read at least 20 books because I wanted to go to the party and win something with the lottery tickets I got. My childhood was fulI of reading, even if I read because I was greedy and I read because of the party, it still improved my reading level. As I grew and grew my reading