Reflection About Reading

Over the years while in high school I never understood the big idea of reading, and the significance it has in education. If I could go back in time I would tell

My mother taught me how to read at a young age. She read to me before I could read which helped me learn new words and develop a basic understanding of literature at an early age. When it came time for me to attend elementary school, I remember heading to the library quite often. Books were organized based on what was thought to be the appropriate reading material for that grade level. I often found myself wandering down the isles with the older kids. I’m so grateful my mother encouraged reading as much as she did. If she hadn’t, it’s very possible I could have struggled with reading. If this were true, I wouldn’t have learned as much as I did, or had the desire to read, which is very important in order to become as advanced in literature as possible.

In school, I was forced to read for a certain amount of time every day. In every one of my elementary classes we had to take about a half an hour every day to read the books that we had picked from the library. Most of my teachers had a reading center with bean bags or pillows

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.

When I was little, I would enjoy reading books such as, Henry and Mudge, and also Captain Underpants. These were some books that I was able to understand because of them being less rigorous. As a grade school student, I was never the strongest reader. It was hard for me to understand and comprehend the material I was learning. In class, we would read short chapter books together as a class and take brief quizzes on the chapter then after. I believe the turning point to becoming a substantial reader happened when my family and I moved. I attended a different school in a different school district going entering fourth grade. Switching schools I think has benefitted me, and I think it was good I was still little because I felt as if the new school district I was in, District 303 in Illinois, give students more assistance and one-on-one to help us become stronger readers. When my class would start reading in class, I would step out of class and meet a

However, I digress. I grew up in Pasadena, California, being raised mainly by my great-grandmother. When she reached ninety years old, her health began to decline, at which point, I began to take care of myself, my mom, and her (my great-grandmother); I was eight. I have learned a lot about being responsible for myself because of that. During that time, my only vise was reading. I would spend hours at the Hastings Branch Library, which resided across the street from my house. I read everything I could get my hands on, sometimes checking twenty-five books out at one time; I am a fast reader and I would get through probably half of those books in a day or maybe two. I read to escape my troubles, to be anywhere other than where I was. Books were

Guided readings are used in the classroom repeatedly. The children take home a book every to their parents. They must read to a certain point every night and their guardian and or parents must sign off that they did their assignment.

As I’ve developed to become the young lady I am today, I don’t remember a time in which reading was enforced. Maybe only once or twice my parents would make me read out of the Spanish newspaper but that was it. I grew up to be in 3rd grade when I told my neighbor about the trouble I was having with reading in class. She then suggested that I read to her every day after school. That’s when I learned how to be expressive in my reading with getting out of the habit of skipping the crucial period pauses and taking my time without being so monotone.

When I first began to read, I was lucky enough to have a house full of books and school with a library that had seemingly endless shelves. Rows and rows full of separate worlds where anything was possible and I could immerse myself in the story. I used to read anything I could get my hands on. Students were required to turn in ‘Reading Logs’ with what we read and how long we read. Many of my friends used to lie about fifteen or thirty minutes of reading

In the beginning, elementary was a time that I practically read every day. The principal and teachers were very encouraging and they actively found different methods to influence students to read. They held competitions that challenged students to read books. There was this one year when my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Cruz, opened up my eyes to reading. She introduced the class to a

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

Studies have been conducted to determine how an implementation of instruction directly affects student literacy. Emphasis has been placed on understanding the critical issues in the literacy practices in children 's language and the implications it has on early literacy development. Many educators today have recognized the value of independent reading. They have involved students in literature from their most punctual experiences with print. This set up managed silent reading time in their classrooms. Thus, students who start reading abstract substance in school will probably keep on reading outside of school than students who don 't start a book in school (Guthrie&Coddington,2009).

As a kid, I never had a real interest in reading. I would dread when I was assigned a reading assignment. Every night, in elementary, we did this paper called a Reading

From the point when I was a little girl to now, I have changed my ways of thinking about reading and writing a lot. I remember back in kindergarten I was put in a program called ESOL, I absolutely hated it; I felt stupid because I was one of few kids that went there from my class. I was later to learn that it was because I didn't speak English. In that program they would pull us out of class to help us with reading and writing, and the clearest memory I have is being sat at a table with the teacher and not really wanting to read and her forcing me to sound out every word and follow along with my finger. This early on in my life I did not enjoy reading, I thought it was boring and there was no point to it. This continued until I got removed from ESOL in third grade. That was when I picked up a book I actually enjoyed, Sideways Stories from Wayside School, I automatically fell in love with it. This was the turning point for my way of seeing reading and writing.

From an early age I loved to read. At just two years old I would beg my mother to enroll me into school. I watched as my older sister meticulously picked out her outfit each night in preparation for the next school day. At such a young age I somehow knew that this thing called “school” was the answer to something spectacular. My home was chaotic and reading became an escape and helped distract me from the unpleasant family dynamic.