Personal Narrative: My Struggle Between Reading And Writing
Reading and Writing
Reading and writing has always been a real struggle in my life, but not in the way that many people may think. I was always able to read and write, it was not that I couldn’t. It was the fact that every time I would be assigned a book to read or an assignment that I had to write I would always get so bored of the book very quick, and not be able to finish it. I would then just Google a summary of what happened in the book so that I would be prepared for class, and that soon that caught up to me when we had to remember the important details that occurred in the book. This led me to write about a literacy narrative.
Writing was not as bad for me as reading was, I would write about whatever came to my mind, except when we were given assignments that I had no idea what we were even supposed to be writing about. Then, one day Mrs. Jordan my sophomore English teacher said we were doing a research paper for our next assignment. I then sat there for a few minutes wondering what in the world I could even write about. She gave us examples of what we could do our research paper on, and none of them sounded interesting enough to write about. I …show more content…
I had brought my grandma a piece of my birthday cake that was left over from my party the day before, even though I didn’t know she couldn’t eat it because it had way too much sugar in it. I came back the next day to visit my grandma in hospice, and I noticed the cake was still sitting in the same spot I had left it the day before. I asked my mother, and my grandpa why she hadn’t eaten it, and the nurse explained to me that she couldn’t eat anything with that much sugar in it. A couple hours later I lost my loving grandma to such a horrible disease. I now only have memories of her, and can only wish she would be there for me when I graduated high school two years ago, and also to watch all the huge steps that I will take later in my
Reading and writing has always been a real struggle in my life, but not in the way that many people may think. I was always able to read and write, it was not that I couldn’t. It was the fact that every time I would be assigned a book to read or an assignment that I had to write I would always get so bored of the book very quick, and not be able to finish it. I would then just Google a summary of what happened in the book so that I would be prepared for class, and that soon that caught up to me when we had to remember the important details that occurred in the book. This led me to write about a literacy narrative.
Writing was not as bad for me as reading was, I would write about whatever came to my mind, except when we were given assignments that I had no idea what we were even supposed to be writing about. Then, one day Mrs. Jordan my sophomore English teacher said we were doing a research paper for our next assignment. I then sat there for a few minutes wondering what in the world I could even write about. She gave us examples of what we could do our research paper on, and none of them sounded interesting enough to write about. I …show more content…
I had brought my grandma a piece of my birthday cake that was left over from my party the day before, even though I didn’t know she couldn’t eat it because it had way too much sugar in it. I came back the next day to visit my grandma in hospice, and I noticed the cake was still sitting in the same spot I had left it the day before. I asked my mother, and my grandpa why she hadn’t eaten it, and the nurse explained to me that she couldn’t eat anything with that much sugar in it. A couple hours later I lost my loving grandma to such a horrible disease. I now only have memories of her, and can only wish she would be there for me when I graduated high school two years ago, and also to watch all the huge steps that I will take later in my