When I was little I was never really good at reading and writing. I always felt dumber than all the other kids because I never really knew how to read. But then I finally learned how to read in the first grade and felt amazing. Since I didn't know how to read I always had trouble in school from kindergarten to first grade. The teacher always had to pay special attention to me so that she could help me. You would think that I liked all the attention, but I didn't. I just wanted to read like all the other kids. But I couldn’t because I didn’t grasp the concept of reading. My mom always tried to help me. I would listen to music to try to understand the words. My mom would read to me and then I would try to copy the words that she was reading
I would hide my frustration from my parents and they kept encouraging me to try but in some cases were trying hard to find the right process to help me read. My older brother would read The Little Golden Books to me and I would memorize the words on the page then recite them as if I was
I knew Mr. and Mrs. Auld was not going to teach me. My plan was that I was going to become friends with the other poor boys in the neighborhood. They did not have a lot of food so I traded the bread I got with them in exchange for them teaching me how to read and write, They did not have a lot of food but they knew how to read and write.
A tool that most would know how to do by the 4th grade. But while I sat there wanting to fall into a big hole, my teacher was thinking and plotting a plan to make me successful as a reader. With the help of my mother, another student, and a couple of wonderful teachers my reading was on the way to improving.
As I was getting ready for school, I told myself, "I 'm so excited to finally go to school! I can 't wait to get there! I bet it 's going to be the best thing ever!" Once I finally arrive to school, I realize what it is actually like. My teacher, Miss Fisher, doesn 't seem to like that I already know how to read.
I should have been opened up my eyes to reading and writing because I want to be a teacher, assistant. I always liked working with kids, and I will like to be a great assistant. Since there's no way to become a teacher assistant or even a teacher without having reading and writing skills, I will have to read and write more often. It is like King says "If you want to be a writer, you must do to things above all others: Read a lot and write a lot" (72, 73). If I want to be a teacher assistant or maybe a teacher one day I must ameliorate my reading and writing.
I am Crystal Huang and I’m in 7th grade. I have been in Harvard in 5th grade, Cal or UC Berkeley in 6th grade, and now I am in UCLA in 7th grade. In 5th grade, I didn't really enjoy reading because reading was something I was struggling with at school. I wasn't interested in reading because I struggled a lot. Now throughout time, I saw so many books that I enjoyed with the support from my teachers like Ms.Adams, Ms.Jam, Ms.Roberto, and Mr.Howe in book club.
My teacher noticed my struggle and called on another kid, Briggs Huxford, to “help” me- which really just meant that he was going to read that section. To this day, 8 years later, that was one of the most disappointing and embarrassing situations I have ever been in. In the summer of 2006 at my dad’s house in New Mexico, I learned to read. My step mom taught me.
It was hard and scary to go to school before I started high school because I had a very low reading and writing score prior to going to high school. I had a lot of teachers and faculty that helped me figure out why I was at a 4th grade reading and writing level. They first took a lot of tests to figure out that I have a Special Reading Disability/ Dyslexia. After knowing I had a Special Reading Disability/ Dyslexia my teachers, faculty and I sat down to talk about how to best help me have a growth mindset while being in high school.
A teacher saw what was happening and told J. “you are not reading
Literacy Autobiography My mother read to me as a child for fun and school. She read us books such as, Go Dog Go, You Read to Me, I’ll Read to you, and To Kill a Mockingbird. My father read books to my sister and I, such as Fairy Realm, Little House, and Percy Jackson, before bedtime. I now find reading very enjoyable, even though my dyslexia has made reading more difficult.
From a very young age, about 5, I remember reading being the easiest thing I knew how to do. Most kids in my school hated it, but I had a passion for reading. The liberating feeling, and sensation of being able to do something on my own, encouraged me to read even more. Two people
But that confidence soon began to subside. In elementary school, we would have an annual test that determined whether a student can be placed in an advance or tutorial reading class, and every year I would be placed into the advance reading courses, so when it came time to take the test, I knew there wasn’t anything for me to worry about. And even though my score was one of the highest in the class, I still ended up in a reading tutorial class. I was a little taken aback by it, but it didn’t stop me from my love of reading and writing and plus I could switch out of those classes is I showed improvement. So I did my best to try and show that I didn’t need the extra help like some others did, but all my hard work went in vain
As I explore my experiences with literacy my most vivid memory comes from a very late age. While most people draw their memories with reading, writing from a young age, I get mine from my eighth grade year. As a student up until this point I had done just enough to get through the courses and move on to the next year. My eighth grade year seemed to be extremely challenging, and this was due to various factors whether it be the demographics of my school since I was one of three white people in my grade, or my home life where I was adjusting to a new house with a new step mom, but my English teacher had spent the whole year causing me a great deal of agony. Every paper I turned in, I failed, and every effort I made to step up my writing was not
This continued into middle school where I was put into a special English class to work on our writing skills. During my duration here I saw very little growth if any, so I was entering high school with a reading and writing level of a 6th grader. I was then
The world of picture books soon came to a close and so arrived the multitude of textbooks along with simple chapter books. My mind wasn’t ready to fully comprehend all that was being thrown my way. Which in turn caused me to fall behind my classmates as a consequence, I was sent to Guided Reading more than my peers. We would sit in a tiny room around a tiny table with three to four other students. They gave us picture books to start with.