Personal Narrative: The Places You Ll Go
The Places You’ll Go I think Dr.Seuss said it best when he said “The more you read, the more things you will know, the more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” My introduction to literature started as many other childrens’ did. My day would begin with an enthusiastic high pitched red muppet, otherwise known as Elmo, teaching me the ABC’s and end shortly after sunset with my mother reading me fairy tales about princesses and talking animals. By nightfall, the princess always ended up with her prince and I always ended up with a need for my mother to read me just one more book. Though I enjoyed being read to and being serenaded with a pitchy rendition of the alphabet, my journey through reading and writing was as rocky as Elmo’s vibrato.
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Reading out loud to the class was not one of them. It seemed like all the kids in my class read with the elegance of a trained ballet dancer. Meanwhile, my reading had the elegance of a fish trying to make its way over a fence. It took me forever and a day to read a paragraph. Consequently, I strongly disliked reading and went through great lengths to avoid it. I wish I could say no one noticed or cared; but everyone noticed, and everyone cared. My teacher was among the ones who noticed. She decided it would be best to spend as much time as I could practicing reading with the special reading teacher. She informed me that this included some recesses. At the mere age of ten you might as well of just told me you killed my dog. Four of us, including the reading teacher, occupied a small white room for the rest of the year. We read books like Amelia bedelia, Where the Wild Things are, and various other books I never would have read otherwise. I can honestly say that the reading I looked at as a punishment, turned into one of the best things that could have happened to me in my journey through reading.
From then on, my reading scores and accuracy increased at an above average speed. My teachers were impressed with the progress I made and I no longer had my freedom taken away during recess. I started reading longer books and actually ordered books from the book fair instead of unnecessary erasers.
Reading out loud to the class was not one of them. It seemed like all the kids in my class read with the elegance of a trained ballet dancer. Meanwhile, my reading had the elegance of a fish trying to make its way over a fence. It took me forever and a day to read a paragraph. Consequently, I strongly disliked reading and went through great lengths to avoid it. I wish I could say no one noticed or cared; but everyone noticed, and everyone cared. My teacher was among the ones who noticed. She decided it would be best to spend as much time as I could practicing reading with the special reading teacher. She informed me that this included some recesses. At the mere age of ten you might as well of just told me you killed my dog. Four of us, including the reading teacher, occupied a small white room for the rest of the year. We read books like Amelia bedelia, Where the Wild Things are, and various other books I never would have read otherwise. I can honestly say that the reading I looked at as a punishment, turned into one of the best things that could have happened to me in my journey through reading.
From then on, my reading scores and accuracy increased at an above average speed. My teachers were impressed with the progress I made and I no longer had my freedom taken away during recess. I started reading longer books and actually ordered books from the book fair instead of unnecessary erasers.