I am not a professional reader, nor am I a professional writer. As a matter of fact, I don’t like writing at all, but then writing is a part of life. I was only 6 years old when I started to take an interest in reading and also started to learn how to read. My grandmother was a greater reader. She would read to me all the time and encourage me to read anything I could get my hands on. I would always see her with a book during her spare time.…
Essay 1 Literacy Narrative Overview of the Assignment In this first essay, you will be writing a what is known as a Literacy Narrative. You can approach this assignment in numerous ways, provided that you examine a specific moment in your own development as a reader and/or writer the only catch being that this has to be an experience you can revisit in some way (i.e., a book you can re-read, or an essay, story, poem, etc. that you wrote that you can still find a copy of to read). You could explore the issue from any number of perspectives the first time you read a book that you really enjoyed or the first time you felt good about something you wrote, or, on the other hand, the point when you realized you hated reading or when you became discouraged about writing (or when you decided you werent interested enough to try). The overall goal of the essay in other words, the thesis that youll be illustrating throughout is to communicate why this experience impacted you in the way it did and how you view it now, long after it happened. Has your view, or memory, of the situation changed Why or why not How does the experience still affect you as a reader or writer Note that this is not just a personal story dont just write about what happened, but about how you think it affects you and/or whether you think your memory of the situation is still accurate. Regardless of which approach you take, your essay should satisfy the basic requirements of the assignment, as described below. Evaluation The essay contains a sophisticated level of reflection upon the experience and its impact on your personal literacy. There is a clear thesis/direction for the essay that is apparent by the end of the introduction, and which is developed in the subsequent portions of the essay. Discussion and description are precise and relatable the essay speaks in concrete terms about concrete events, rather than vaguely or about abstract ideas that the reader may or may not be able to…
My Math teacher made a difference on my reading life. He always had good books to lend me. My appreciation for reading increased with many books he suggested. I’m very glad he was in my life to help to develop my reading skills. Although, I had to learn a new language when I moved to United Sates. I still enjoy reading. My favorite books are the fiction books. I still enjoyed the feeling of traveling to different worlds and be part of adventures. If a book has a kingdom, king, historical pieces, new languages, weird people, villains, and a hero, that it will be a book I’ll…
Throughout high school we have always been tasked with different materials to read; whether it be Shakespearean texts, short stories, poems, or just books in general. No matter what though, I love to read. So any text I take in, I am always eager to absorb the words. The texts I have read at the time may have just felt like assignments, but now as I am older, I can see the lessons to be learned within them and how they were a major aspect as to how I view situations in the world around me. I cannot pick a favorite text that I have read throughout my grades nine to twelve years, but I will review a few that made an impact on me.…
During my early years of education, school was a bit more challenging for me than the average student. Consistently my performance appeared below expectations and I lacked the ability to comprehend information as quickly and efficiently as other students. Reciting the dreadful memories I experienced during my early childhood literacy development remain fluent this very moment. Classes were my least desirable event to experience everyday, and my attitude and mindset during those school hours did not enhance it. Being vocally active in the classroom was a challenge that I never willing conquered, I was not accustomed to speaking in front of other people, especially not my competitors. Often I would find myself standing within the perimeters…
Around the age of 6, I always remember watching my mom write letters and was amazed seeing words being written. I would constantly plead and ask her, "Mommy, how do you do that?" She would reply, "It's something people are taught, sweetie. You will learn it in kindergarten this year, they will teach you how to write all the letters of the alphabet." I could not comprehend this, it all seemed too much for my young, innocent brain to handle, but inside of me was jumping up and down as excitement hit me. What was an “alphabet?” What were these “letters” she spoke of? I was so eager to learn how to write, it fascinated me that you could write letters in order to communicate what you wanted to say. Kindergarten couldn’t start soon enough; I just wanted to learn this mystical “alphabet.”…
I have come a long way down my road of knowledge and learning of English throughout my life and it has taken me places and shown me things I would have never expected when I first started out on this long journey, and it includes things that most other student’s do not. I have learned so much, so fast and it has taken me far from home and around the world. While most of the people I know have traveled the same road their whole lives and have grown up in very similar ways, my experiences tell a whole different story.…
*The first thing I remember about my childhood reading is my mom putting up this tent in my room and she just read a bunch of story books to me and we spent all day in that tent in my bedroom.…
Growing up I loved to read, and I think I owe a great deal of credit to my mom. Since the beginning she would set aside time out of her day to help me read, not to mention the long hours of helping me with my spelling. Being young I don’t quite remember how long we would read every day, but I do remember the stories at least some of them. The first couple of series that we started reading was Junie B. Jones and The Magic Tree House. I remember the hard work that my mom would put in to make sure I was understanding, or even paying attention. One occasion sticks out to me. My mother and I had been reading one of the The Magic Tree House books for a good little while already, and it was her to turn to read. Through probably hundreds of times of doing this she realized this is about the time where I zone out and stop paying attention. She decided to use this to her advantage and give me something to remember when I don’t pay attention.…
From the time when I was a little boy, growing up in Graves County, Kentucky, I have had problems with my reading and writing. Things never seemed to click for me, a trait that the teachers attributed to a mild case of dyslexia mixed with a healthy dose of attention deficit disorder. I knew, however, that no disorder was the cause of my distaste of reading and writing. Rather, there was nothing really interesting surrounding me that would grab my interest in the classroom. The teachers I encountered never took any interest in what their students wanted to read or write; they developed assignments based on what the curriculum, a course of study developed by some politicians at the Board of Education, told them to do. This work was so far removed from what we, as students were experiencing in our own lives, and the assignments were so boring that they could have put an insomniac to sleep. However, my life changed the day I met my Junior English teacher, Mr. Clark Duncan.…
My memory of my how I became literate is and always will be a part of me that I will never forget. I suppose I heard the sounds around me and connected them with emotions. Crying, I noticed, got a quick response from my parents, and usually some food. My communication development was identical to every other child learning to talk. Listening. But everyone has a story behind their literacy. Mine was one day, when we were driving to the grocery store, with the radio turned on, my jam turned on. It was the ABC’s. This song was unexpected, not only because of its difference in the nature of the regular pop songs, but that it was a new song altogether. Nonetheless, I began to rock along with the catchy tune of the song. I longed for more and demanded it…
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.…
In a way, my taste for books have gone astray since grade school. I had a passion to read. Then it became hard to find books that motivated me to keep reading. As a child reading was fun and easy, now it is tedious and boring. I cannot find a book that interests me as much as they did when I was younger.…
Literacy narrative can be described as a narrative from a first person perspective. This narrative would be based on experiences the writer faces regardless in any face of his or her life. Reflecting on the literacy narrative I was given to complete, there were parts where I struggled to write and there were also parts I breezed through easily. To start off, I had struggled in making sure there were no errors in the process of me composing my narrative. With the advantage of making and submitting a draft prior to submitting the final paper, several grammatical corrections and sentence improvements was done and perfected to the highest extent possible. Another struggle I faced was the emotional impact it had on me as I recalled every bitter moment from my past experience dealing with literacy. Time was also an addition to my struggle since I am working 9 hours a day as part of my internship and at the same time I had only one week to complete the draft and three other assignments for the class. Time management was a crucial aspect in the process of completing my literacy narrative. The part where I breezed to easily was the writing out everything that came to mind. I never faced the problem to describe every event that I experienced in words.…
This is a story about how I became the reader, I am today. Starting with the two people I love the most is my parents, then is when every make believe thing is real like the gingerbread man, and now finally is the person who made me want to read all day every day, the person who doesn't want to put a book down, I wanted to be just like Miss.King , but sports, homework, school, and much more so right now I and a 5 because reading takes time and I don't have all the time in the world to read, other thing come first. Now let me tell you about me reading history.…