When I Won T Read Essay

Since 2013 when I started college, I have found a new hidden love. I love reading! I love how I’m able to pick up a book and just get lost in the reading. For that moment I don’t have a care in the world other than the material at hand. In my house I am constantly encouraging my children to read or be read to for at least thirty minutes a day. I would love them to experience a wide variety of genres, even if they sometimes disagree with a selection. Actually a majority of the time they end up enjoying the

“School made us ‘literate’ but did not teach us to read for pleasure.” -Ambeth R. Ocampo

I have memories of using literacy all the way back to when I was a toddler to now. Reading and writing always came easy to me as little kid from what I can remember. My earliest memories of reading would be from when I was very young, possibly still a toddler or a tad bit older. Every night before bed, my mom and I would sit in my bed, she would read to me. We read Bible stories from the children’s Bible, Goodnight Moon, Cat in the Hat and many other children’s books. That was my favorite part about bedtime when I was little. Although she was reading to me, and all I was doing was listening and wanting to look at the pictures, her reading to me every night was a huge influence for me and was what made me want to learn how to read. I would without

After reading John Holt’s essay, How Teachers Make Children Hate Reading, I fully agree with what Holt is saying. He tells his audience that forcing children to read, use a dictionary and take quizzes on what they read has proven to deter children from enjoying reading. I liked reading it, I liked how he showed that he understood both sides of the situation, but then realized how important it was for children to just read. Even though they did not fully understand the material they still found parts of the readings that made them happy. I liked how Holt made the point about how embarrassed students would get when they had to read a difficult part in a book and classmates would snicker and giggle if they made a mistake. That is a real thing,

We all know many kids who do not like to read from elementary to college. In the early school years, there was always an instructor or, a parent to always guiding us. Or they would say it’s time for silent reading or even force us to read. This always worked for the best because kids to today love to tell stories to friends and families. Malcolm X went to the Norfolk colony’s prison, library everyday where he would stay for at an hour. He felt like he was in heaven just from seeing all the different books. He would be concentrating so hard on the books, which he would stay up past the normal time to go to sleep. Sometimes when it would be lights out he would try to read in the dark just because the book was just starting to get interesting.

As of late, the literacy rates in America have declined. In fact, over the past ten years “book reading [in] young women slipped from 63 percent to 59 percent, while young men plummeted from 55 percent to 43 percent” (why johnny won’t read pg. 575) Boys have a lower tendency to read than girls due to the fact that school forces them to read things that they are not interested in. Although in “I Know Why the Caged Bird Cannot Read pg. 176,” Prose points out that

Before I began elementary school, I enjoyed reading picture books, the touch and feel books and pop-up books. I loved the author Dr. Suess, because he was funny and because I loved the rhyming he did in his writing. I can remember before bed, my mom or dad would read to me until I got old enough to read myself. My mom has always enjoyed reading, if she is not reading a book, then she is reading a recipe or a magazine. My dad on the other hand, I have only seen him read one book, besides reading manuals for his tools. Reading was not a big deal in my house, all of us kids were told that we needed to read, but they did not force us to read. This brings me to Richard Rodriguez’s essay, in his household reading was not as important, but once he got to school, he realized that reading is one of the main activities. I can relate to Rodriguez because in either one of our households we weren’t told that we had to read before we did something else. Once I got to elementary school is when I realized that reading was not for me. Before school, I enjoyed reading, then once I began elementary school, I was forced to read, take tests over books, and read out loud in front of the class which made reading a chore.

My earliest memories of reading was when my mom sent me to bible school and the teacher would read out a hand book

First grade, after a long day of school and learning what the deal was with shapes, I come home and get to watch TV, no homework or worries (first graders with homework? Yeah right) then I eat dinner, and get ready for bed. My parents tuck me in and begin to read me a story from my favorite author at the time. Dr. Seuss. The rhyming and the pictures and the one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. How does he come up with this stuff? Pure genius. Even after my parents turn off my room light, I sneak some light from my game boy and read more because I just can’t wait for the next night to read again. These were my first memories of reading and ever since then I try and recapture the feeling of pure bliss I had when I first heard my parents read to me just before bedtime.

When I began to start my high school collegiate years, I started not read at all, not even the required reading assignments for my English class. My English grade started to plummet and I was in danger of failing that class. Not only was I angry at my grade, my parents were agitated by grade as well. To fix my reading habits, my parents put me on a reading program through the entire spring

I remember reading by the age of 3. My mom taught English to preschool and middle school students. Looking at albums that had pictures of my childhood, I found that since age 2, I was already surrounded by educational charts, such as the alphabet, shapes, the different land forms and water forms, the traditional attires of men and women across the globe, etc. My mom would tell me about how much I loved to learn since I was a child. At the age of 3, she and my dad would take turns to read me a story. I did not know how to read yet, so I would look at the book’s pictures while either my mom or dad would read off of each page to me. This was a practice every night at home before I dozed off to sleep. Whenever we traveled, my parents would point out things to me and say what they were. Thus, I grew up viewing learning as a fun activity rather than a chore.

The very first memory I remember of someone reading a book to me would have to be when I was about four or five years old. It was back when we lived in the small town called Rockville. I had many books i enjoyed in my youth, but only one book really stands out to me the most. My mother would read it to me at night before i would close my eyes and fall asleep hearing her beautiful voice read the story to me.

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

As for my experience as a reader. I really don’t have too many fond memories that were important to my life as a reader. Not to say I didn’t grow or learn anything from reading. I just had a huge lack of interest and didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t hate reading, but I definitely didn’t like it either. It was just there and I personally never found any enjoyment out of reading a book or a novel like others would. That same lack of interest kind of caused me to stay away from reading for most of the time, but despite that and my very few experiences I still remember my most memorable moment as a reader. Way back in the 7th grade when we read “The Outsiders” by S. E. Hilton. If I remember correctly it took us a total of two full weeks

My earliest memory of being read to would have to be when I was in high school. I was in my English class and I remember we were reading Lord of the Flies. My teacher Ms. Elden would make us read it. Prior to that I never really read books because I never really showed interest in it, even though we had to read in school I remember I would never really read what we were asked to because in my opinion I was a slacker. But that English class was the first one I ever had where the teacher would actually make us get up and read. At first I was skeptic about it and thought it was dumb, but eventually that book caught my attention. That class impacted me in a positive way because prior to that I never