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I had trouble reading and writing my whole elementary career. I would get my alphabet mixed around and my letters backwards. Reading as child I would often get frustrated and stop trying, because I didn’t understand what reading and writing would mean to me as I got older. I began taking incentive and would read to myself and write my letters as times as it took to learn them. Their where many authors and people who helped me get to where I am now with my reading and writing. In this short-essay I will be discussing my writing and reading experiences.

At the age of five, I learned of my struggle concerning the topic of writing. In kindergarten, this wasn't too much of a problem (because of the lack of writing-based assignments). Once I got into first grade, where the level of difficulty increased, I learned that I was not a good writer. When I say I wasn't a good writer, I do not only mean my writing quality, I also mean the physical act of writing. To get over this, I was required to practice writing at home, along with being given extra/specialized homework. With all of this help, I learned to be better at handling my writing

Writing has always been my most difficult part of English. Reading, on the other hand, is something I could do all day; however, with writing, I grimace just thinking about it. It was not that I did not have anything to say, because I actually have quite a bit to say. I just could never figure out how to phrase what I had to say in just right way on the page. My mom taught me to read and write at a young age. After that, I would devour any book that I could get my hands on. However, I have had trouble with writing since it became more than just my alphabet and numbers.

For some, reading and writing may come easy, but in my case I have always had difficulties. From my earliest years, the ability to read was never a struggle but having the ability to comprehend what I had read when I was finished has always been a weakness of mine. This made it extremely

My experience with literature started when I was in the first grade. My first-grade teacher was named Ms. Young. Every Friday, all the teachers would come together to have story time and read the children a book. I would be so excited for story time because I would sit down with my best friends Ashley and Jordan, and we would listen to the teacher that was assigned to read to us. During story time, all the children would gather around in a big circle and the teacher would be in the center in a big brown rocking chair, and read. Over time in the school year, the children would read bigger and longer books like the Junie B. Jones series, chapter books, and the extreme level, which would be the Harry potter series. Sometimes I would fall asleep because the book that was read was very dull. I remember Ms. Young read to us the “Very Hungary Caterpillar”9 by Eric Carle. I loved that book as a child. It had great illustrations of the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. This book made me love reading for the rest of my life. Now in college, I love to read books. I only

In my past experiences I have really struggled with reading certain types of texts and then understanding what it means. There's only a few kinds of writing that I struggle with that I have troubled reading and understanding but it would help me become more comfortable overall. Junior year I wrote a formal essay but I ended up writing it like a text messages. Instead of a formal essay to my teacher, the essay was written towards a friend.

Throughout my years of schooling, I have become ambivalent about reading and writing. I have struggled in school to make myself enjoy writing. I didn’t mind reading as much, as long as it was to my interest. It has differed throughout the years I have been in school. Some years I have enjoyed both, reading and writing, and other years I have not liked either. Getting myself to enjoy reading and writing has been quite the adventure.

In fact, this class lets the students pick a variety of books and plays from a list called the AP List. I was able to choose some literature from this list that I grew fond of. After reading the play Hamlet by Shakespeare, I read Macbeth by the same author. This play kept me on my toes. The suspense attracted me to keep reading.

Since before I can remember, I have always loved books. Over the years, I have read a plethora of books. Those books have varied from tales of knights, princesses, and castles to books about real world situations. Although I have read so many books of so many genres, very few of them have consisted of Shakespeare.

I remember reading a lot of Shakespeare. I read Beowulf, Lord of the Flies, To Killing a Mockingbird, Mythology, and there was some Maya Angelou thrown in the mix. I also read works by Fitzgerald, Steinbeck, Twain, Hawthorne, Orwell, Hurston, and Miller. Even though I took AP English classes I do not think that I got enough exposure to different types of writing. I have always loved to read, but I think I could have learned more by analyzing a wider variety of texts, instead of just the typical high school English class selections. By far my favorite year for English class was my sophomore year. This was the year that I was taught how to dig deep into a text and analyze it. This is also the year that we read some of my more favored authors. It was by far my best experience with an English

I full heartedly blame my previous teachers for my current writing disability. I had just turned ten years old, we were about to begin our very first essays and it was on that day that my hatred of personal essays began. I didn’t find it difficult to write and I actually enjoyed the experience. We wrote brief, terrible stories both true and fictional that I’m truly sorry and grateful my teacher was able to read. Later, my writing began to improve and we learned to write in an argumentative and analytical way using facts and evidence and this is where I thrived. I loved the hours of research and the beauty of writing a well formulated thought. Then I noticed the lack of “I.” As my writing grew more bearable, the point of view changed and I took a note which my teachers confirmed. Eventually this idea grew until I couldn’t even read, much less write, a piece constructed in the first person.

I viewed reading as a chore, was often unenthused, and would mostly annotate on the overarching themes without gathering any meaning from them. Books were merely a series of words printed on paper. This school year, however, I began to understand the allure reading has to offer. I have grown to appreciate reading and the insights a book can offer. When reading our numerous texts, I was able to live vicariously through the characters of the books and relate aspects of their lives to my own. Because all of the books from English I pertain to coming of age, I was able to not only learn about maturation as a process, but understand how it pertains to my own life. Through protagonists such as Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye or Esperanza from The House on Mango Street, I learned about my “misguided desire to preserve childhood innocence” and to empower feminism similar to Holden and Esperanza respectively (Heart of Gold, Raghuram). Gradually, I have finally developed the ability to relate to novels and its characters amidst writing my own story.Whether it be thematic elements or the details of a case I am working on, I have become more observant to even the most trivial details. Now when I read, I not only look at the themes, motifs, and symbols, but also repeated phrases or situations that parallel each others as well as the symbolic meaning behind some ambiguous phrases or scenes. Reading now, in contrast to last summer, is a

English is a hard language to learn, for there are numerous elements of effective usage and writing. Many people, including me, struggle in writing because of a lack of knowledge. Since middle school, English was not a strong suit of mine. I struggled with the simplest of tasks often taking a considerably longer time to complete a task than the other students. Unmotivated teachers and a lack of interest resulted in remedial writing skills. To put it simply, I had little confidence in my writing and I dreaded taking the class because of the writing involved. In spite of my fears, I took the course and I was able to perfect and challenge my mediocre writing skills.

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

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