Reflection About Reading And Writing

Ever since I can remember, I’ve struggled with writing. It just wasn’t something that came natural to me and always resulted in a very uncomfortable process. Throughout this class, I have become more comfortable with writing and its components. Though, this is only writing 101, my skill level has increased immensely. Before starting this course, writing was uncomfortable and confusing, but towards the end, my knowledge has expanded and I can more comfortably take on the majority of writing assignments.

Some of my earliest memories of reading and writing took place in preschool. My former teacher, Mrs. Williams always made reading a fun and new experience which helped encourage us to read. I remember always being excited to read a new book as if I were embarking on a new adventure. My mother also encouraged me to read by reading to my brother and I at bedtime. She also gave us plenty of genres to choose from. Even though my dad did not reach much, my mom was very much interested in books about British crime mysteries. My brother, on the other hand, read anime’ comics and video game instruction pamphlets. Although reading has not been my strongest subject, the subject has always been part of my life.

For this I also took the challenge of learning everything I could and build on my knowledge. Throughout my life there has being several achievements that I am proud of just like any other person but their is one I am most proud of. It was a little before high school that I made a major decision that changed my life forever, my life took a new course.. It was one of those situations that you never expect, I had being accepted to this new program in the district called Early College Academy. This program gave the opportunity to students to be able to take high school classes while taking college credits, with the opportunity of getting their Associate’s Degree with their high school diploma. This was not just a great opportunity for me but it was also a gift, the district was paying for my higher education. As I set myself in this journey I grew up mentally and started to act as a college student, also, I learned to be on top of my classes and go a mile further in what I did. Although, I also encounter new struggles, for example, I was expected to pass a college level test when I was barely starting high

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.

Ever since I was in elementary school, I was never able to grasp what I was reading. It was always a chore and I would speed through it or avoid it entirely. The extra help I received was meant to help me provoke, my eventual, love for reading, but at the time only made me feel as though I wasn't smart enough to read what everyone else my age could. While most kids would push themselves to read books like Harry Potter, I was the kid who was still reading the Magic Treehouse series. It was through the assistance of my parents encouraging me to read 30 minutes every night that caused me to love reading and become the reader I am today.

I sat in my fourth grade classroom staring at the bookshelf when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a dark blue book with a heroic being on the front. I lifted the heavy book and began reading Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As soon as I started I fell into this mythical world where gods, monsters, and heroes all existed. It was a rollercoaster through my emotions. The thrill. The suspense. The surprising new book had a grasp on me, to stop reading it would be difficult. I felt attached. As soon as I started, I finished. Devastated, my chase of this feeling has never stopped, no other book has given me the same fulfillment as Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. As a young reader I would love to find the same joy and thrill (as I did back

For as long as I can remember on the first day of class no matter what class it seems that the teacher would always look upon the class and ask what our personal definition of reading and writing or why we were in the class and people always seem to give the same hesitant answer every year. I thought I knew why I in the class, I assumed it was like high school english as long as I stuck to the formula that was engraved in our minds that I would have no trouble making it though the course. However, after the first day of class i knew that this class probably wouldn't be that way. After being turned off to reading and writing from a young age, my definition of reading and writing were hindered from these experiences. Going from classrooms

“Teachers won’t be able to read what you write if you don’t make your handwriting more neater” I heard this statement almost every time I brought homework home or a test; or anything that involved me putting more than my name on a piece of paper; back to my house. For someone only in first grade that was a lot to have to worry about knowing that my handwriting was so bad that my teachers, my mother, AND I couldn’t understand it. To make matters worse my teacher was in the process of teaching all of us to read and write in cursive so that wasn’t going to make my writing more coherent or understandable. I would have to say with no doubt in my mind that i hated writing in first grade hell i hated writing all through elementary school

When I read Frederick Douglass’s story “Learning to read and write,” it reminded me of when I was learning how to read and write. I was very young so I didn’t know how to write or read. I remember when I was in the second grade that’s when I started to notice that I was going to enjoy writing even though I would have trouble with it especially on how to start it of.

In grade school, I was never the one who was passionate about reading. However, when it came time to write a story, I was excited and even wrote stories on my own. In third grade, my friends and I would write fictional stories during lunchtime and present them to our teacher after recess. I can still remember the sense of pride we felt when we saw the surprised and proud looks on our teacher’s face. It made us want to write more and more. But years went on, and I still never formed a fondness for recreational reading. I’ve been assigned more than five books a year in the past; some would catch my interest, but never enough to pull me in as much as to read in my spare time. There were rare occasions when I was really pulled into a book that was assigned to me. To this day I do not know if that was because of the mere thought that I was not willingly reading the book, or just that I did not have the patience for it. All

Along the way, numerous questions were answered about my reading and writing, by looking at what I need to improve on and tuning up

Writing has always been something I dread. It’s weird because I love talking and telling stories, but the moment I have to write it all down on paper, I become frantic. It’s almost as if a horse race just begun in my mind, with hundreds of horses, or words, running through my mind, unable to place them in chronological order. Because I struggle to form satisfying sentence structure, it takes me hours, sometimes even days, to write one paper. It’s not that I think I’m a “bad writer,” I just get discouraged easily. Needless to say, I don’t think highly of my writing skills. When I was little I loved to both read and write. I read just about any book I could get my hands on, and my journal was my go to for my daily adventures. Although it’s

picking up a book starts a journey by opening the first page to reading the last. It concise of twists, turns, and childlike excitement . When I was younger I read book for class , never for enjoyment . I hated talking in front of people having them watch me speak. Growing up with a speech impedient I doubted my ability to express myself. Repeating words after word it was frustrating . It wasn’t till I got older that I finally learn appreciate books . Through reading I was given another voice.

In my previous English courses, I have learned to rectify problems that had always occurred prior. My biggest problem was always lack of organization, which caused me to struggle to write effectively, as I did not know where to begin. I realized that reading and writing is important because in my chosen career, there are many instances where I will need to be able to read and write coherently and accurately.

One can describe reading with a plethora of words, good and bad; many people enjoy reading as well. At an early age, I knew I was not one of these people. I would not say I despised reading, however, I could not grasp the importance of reading and how it could be beneficial to me and my growth. Not only were my teachers enforcing this upon me, but my parents as well. The passages and scriptures that I had to read in class were not the problem, but when the hours invested in reading interfered with my after school free time the dilemma occurred. I had no passion in becoming an author or journalist, why must I sacrifice my free time to read a book that has nothing to do with my aspirations and goals in life? This was a recurring setback that was present until the beginning of my fifth year in elementary school; Consequently, during this period in my life my entire outlook on the matter would be altered forever.