The Importance Of Reading And Writing

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.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I believe because of my experience that set the foundation for the student that I am today. My brother started Kindergarten and my mother would drop me off at the babysitter so she could go to school. My first “academic memory” is remembering my mother sitting at the table saying she had homework, my brother not wanting to be bothered because he had homework. So when my mom didn’t have school and my brother had school together WE did homework. That became our time together, she didn’t send me to school, she created school at the kitchen table. She had books, worksheets, cards, and my own folder. My mother loves to remind me how I use to tell everyone that I didn’t go to preschool. Fast Forward five years, my friends were getting grounded for their grades and asking me why I never got in trouble for mine. My friends and I spoke with my mom and her reply was, “I believe if you do your best, try your hardest, and do everything you can to be the best you can- I don’t believe in punishing Bethany. Now, If Bethany didn’t try her best, try her hardest, do everything she could to get the best grades she can then we will look at why.” My friend looked at me and said “Oh, you're lucky! I wish I had your mom!” I never shared that all my grades were A’s, because I did my best, I tried my hardest and I did everything I could to get the best grades I could and I still do. If I need to study for 3 hours, If I need to seek out a teacher, plan a study group with friends or students who can help, I’ll do what I need to do. I appreciate the academic recognitions as they continue to motivate me. I am not afraid of hard work and I believe this will benefit the National Honor

If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.

She also taught me to finish something if I started it, and that carried over to my reading. If I start reading a book I always finish it and do my best to understand it. So, she instilled what I know about reading and she influenced the way I read. She always told me, when I was younger, to pronounce my words right so that when I get older I would pronounce my words right. All that she has said to me and taught me when I was coming up as a younger child helped me get to the level of reading I am on today and also to the level of understanding I have of all the words I read. Without her encouraging me in this way I would have had problems understanding things that I read and wouldn’t be as smart as I have grown to be. I am very thankful of how I was brought up as a kid.

Growing up, I was not a child who had interest in sitting down to read a book, like my mom. I am very grateful for my mom because she has pushed me to my limits with reading and writing. As a four year old child, the last thing on my mind was learning how to read. Every night, my mom would sit down with me and read for 15 minutes. She bought me a zebra finger pointer that I put on my index finger that guided me to follow along so, I would not lose my spot. Having my zebra helped my get through those dreadful 15 minutes.

When I first began learning how to read and write, I often found myself struggling to grasp the concepts. Looking back on my experience, I can recall how a lot of the other kids in my class encountered no difficulty. Compared to the majority of them, I worked at a slower pace and required more frequent help from my teacher. Eventually, it got to the point where I questioned if the idea of being able to read and write independently was even possible. Although I was struggling and would often get down on myself, I never let the obstacles I encountered stand in the way of advancing my skills. As a learner, I desired to improve and believed that I had the ability to do so. Therefore, I took action and began receiving help from my older sister.

The one thing that stayed constant in my ever changing childhood was the need and thirst for education. My mother would stress the importance of education and how it was the only way I would ever rise above the tragic world we lived in. Also, she explained how the only way I would get an education was to succeed in school, earn scholarships, and get a college education. This is advice I took to heart and used continuously to grow myself. My mother did her best to make me perfect my spelling, grammar, and mathematic skills. She would force me to read for an hour a night. Over time, these things came with ease because I craved learning new things. I wanted to learn how things worked, solve puzzles, and understand the world around me. School became a sanctuary in which I could escape the penitentiary of my circumstances. My devotion to studies began here which later bloomed into my love of the sciences, overall

: When I was in preschool which was when I was about 4 or 5 years old, I saw all of the teachers reading and I wanted to learn for myself how to read. I went home and I asked my mom "Can you help me learn how to read please." So my mom and I began the slow and steady practice of reading. I was persistent to learning how to read at a young age because I felt like it was something no other kid my age would want to do at that age. I started with simple books for about 8 months

When I was just a little boy in middle school, I already had a great amount of pressure put on me. I was not the type of kid who particularly enjoyed reading; it was not something I would just do for fun. With my mother being a teacher at the elementary school level, she always pushed me to read. My mother would always say something along the lines of, “You better start reading now, because you are going to be reading for

Every child learns differently; some learn easily, and some have difficulty processing the information that is given to them. My parents taught me the basics of reading and writing, they bought me books and letter blocks to form words with. In my experience, it was easy for me to learn how to read, although, my struggles began with writing. I can not put the blame on my teachers, although, they weren’t much help either. That was until I entered Middle School, my sixth grade English teacher changed my whole perspective of the subject.

Reading and writing are two of the most important tools in my life, because without them I would not have an education. They form the basis of a class; for example, completing a lab in chemistry would not be possible without following a written lab procedure. These two skills are taught at such a young age, and as education advances students must continue to strive to reach a higher level. I can remember in elementary school, we were always pushed to reach the next reading level once we had successfully mastered the one we were on. It was always a competition for my sister and I to be at a higher level, I usually won. Even though I was excelling in reading it was the complete opposite for writing. It is something that has never come easy

With my mother being an elementary educator, learning to read and write was essential in the early stages of life. For as long as I could remember, my mother would encourage me to read. She would label every single thing in the house with index cards. Things such as the door, bookshelf, and stove, etc. Most star athletes start their stories of how as soon as they were able to walk they had a ball in their hand. For me it was as soon as I could talk I had a book in my hand. Learning how to read for me was practically inevitable. My mother would require me to read a book every morning and every night before bed. Our house was basically a children’s library.

Reading and writing are both important; you can’t have one without the other. They are skills that are increased constantly due to little things that most times are not noticed. Whether it is from a book to a poem, there will always be a way that it helps out your school performance. Reading and writing in general only helps absorb information, and enhance leisure or school related writing tasks. It has also made life itself so much easier because reading and writing are so beneficial for school and for life. How much you read and write today, will somehow affect your future job, family, position, or even your salary.

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.

My mom made me independent and organized which I started to display in school. I learn how to be organized which made me a lot more productive in school, I had everything well organized and was always well prepared. I never lost time when looking for my supplies. This is something I’ve been caring with me and continue to do for example all the papers we receive in school some people just shove them in their backpack but I know it would just save me a lot more time if I just put them in the folder I have specifically for that class.