Reflection About Reading

I engulf the feeble victim in seemingly unescapable loneliness, overtaking the joys of their heart and ensnaring them in a pit of desolate solitude. The sense of bleakness will overcome the senses and suck out all the bliss they hold close. Because it appears most of humanity rely on one another for comfort and joy, the unavoidable reality of being unaccompanied is enough to drive a man mad. I describe the sense of separation that strikes a soul, sucking out every ounce of remembrance and comfort the past attempts to bring. Yesterday will never return, just as tomorrow always comes; it’s inevitable. Once I reach you, it’s a struggle to get rid of this parasite that I am, called isolation. There comes a point where the victim will decide

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

Based on the outcomes from Day 2, what can you determine regarding the effectiveness of instruction of the group lesson and rotations/center activities? The second lesson was taught using a guided reading approach and the class discussed important text features that were present in the passage they were to read on their own. I had high objectives for students since the answers to the formative were covered during the guided reading activity. Still, there were students who did not meet my objective, even though all the grades improved Based on the spreadsheet, the students that did not meet the objective are individuals I pull during independent reading for support or struggle with staying on task. Students may benefit from a friendly reminder to stay on task or have the questions read to them to ensure they know what the questions are asking them. The students who meet the objective benefited from the guided reading practice and will do well utilizing the same skills they learned in center 2 and 3.

Once upon a time…In a faraway castle, there I live. I have a huge house but is filled with loneliness and dejection. For a long time, I am living alone. Yes, I am alone. I do not consider having a family with those talking teapots, mirrors, spoon and forks and so on. No one wished to be with me, cared for me, and loved me for who I become. I am hopeless, until one day…

Stories are narratives, either true or fictitious, in prose or verse, designed to interest, amuse, or instruct the hearer or reader. “The Cask of Amontillado” is written by Edgar Allan Poe, it is a dark and mysterious short story that is centered around vengeance. Montresor, the narrator, leads the readers through his grand scheme to murder his companion, Fortunato. “A Rose for Emily” written by William Faulkner, on the other hand, tells a tale about a woman who lived in isolation for most of her life. The traumatic events that occur throughout the story explains how Emily Grierson’s mentality was affected by the social disconnect that she underwent. These two short stories share the literary devices of symbolism, imagery, and foreshadowing.

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

The sky outside, like a sheet of dark velvet, was spattered with a thick smattering of glittering stars. A cool breeze slipped into the windows, caressing gently at his skin; the cold seeping into his aging bones. Deafening silence echoed through the empty halls of the old convent, pressing at him, ringing in his ears. Tonight, he felt more alone than ever. Tonight, with the pain in his body and the ache in his chest, the loneliness felt even more consuming.

I think the reason my mother liked this story so much was that it helped her escape from reality. My mother had always been a poor child. And I guess you could say we were still poor now. For the 11 years that I have been alive, we never really had much. I always wore hand me downs from other kids in families that my mom knew. She was very resourceful. That’s how we got most of our stuff. My mother cleaned for a living. She usually went to rich people’s houses and cleaned out their closets, did their dishes, folded their laundry and all the other things that the rich people were too glamorous for. Mom made decent money, but it was never really enough. We could get by, I guess that’s what matters. But never have I once thought that I had a bad life. It was just me and my mom. But she was all I needed. She always found a way to cheer me up. When she came home, and was having a bad

Jonathan Safran Foer’s Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close explores the feeling of being alone -- even in a crowded room. The pages of the novel are filled with characters who are all together, but are struck with loneliness: namely, Oskar, Grandma, and Grandpa. They struggle to cope with this solitary life. While talking with Oskar’s grandfather, Grandma says, “I was more alone than if I had been alone” (Foer 82). There is a disconnect that only increases this desperate feeling. They are all trying to find a way out of it, but it is hard for them to communicate with each other. Being alone is the one thing they all have in common; an overarching theme of the novel is how to combat the feeling and connect with others.

(page 1). This sentence integrates suspense and foreshadowing, but overall explicates the flashback used. The story perpetuates to tell the tale of the narrator and his abhorrence towards the geriatric man and his chilling eye, which later leads to the murder

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

Reading is one of my favorite pastimes. I am a tuned-in Reader, and I appreciate well written biographies. Enjoyable reading takes my mind off school work and relaxes me. I enjoy academic reading as well, but sometimes it is intense and requires much concentration. Moreover, I am a tuned in reader when it comes to academic subject’s such as; psychology, nutrition, health and history.

My reading process overall is very strong and went smoothly. As I read I annotated the pages and this helped me stay more focused and connected with the reading. Today it was hard for me after I went to the bathroom and came back to the reading because I disconnected from the reading and had to try and dive straight back in. I also put my cell phone far away from me when I read or do homework so that I will not be tempted to look at the phone instead of completing my reading.

Reading is one of the most beneficial activities a man can do. Out of reading, man can be able to discover new things, concepts, places and people. More so, reading is a way to relax our mind and soul, going deeply through the world of story and improves our thinking and internalization process.