My Literacy Experience

My experiences with literacy had a great deal of variation throughout my middle and high school years. When it comes to reading I have found that I greatly enjoying reading for entertainment but when I am forced to read something for scholastic value I often struggle to find the drive to actually read it and will take me twice as long actually comprehend what I have just read. When it comes to writing, I’ve always felt like it is one of the areas in which I find the least enjoyable and have the biggest difficulty in. Although I do not consider myself I terrible writer I always struggle finding the right words. When it comes to remembering my time in middle and high school, writing just seemed like another part of my life. In other words, it was very forgettable. When it comes to reading though, I have very fond memories and some not so fond memories.
The most memorable moment of my development of literacy in middle school is less a single memory but rather how the school pushed us to read more. They let us read any book we wanted to read as long as it was in the system.
I had my English class as the first class of the day. The teacher wanted to encourage us to read again because she noticed that many of no longer enjoyed reading. She gave us the first ten to fifteen minutes of each class to read. She didn’t care what we read as long as we were reading something. At first I was happy about the idea simply because that meant we didn’t have to spend as much time talking about writing or looking at the assigned novels we had to read. After a couple weeks into this habit of reading every morning for a several minutes I began to greatly enjoy it. I started to not only read during our time each morning but outside of class. It showed me that reading can still be fun and sparked a desire to read for enjoyment again. That spark, although not as bright, is still alive