My Love For Reading : My Importance Of Reading

I struggled with motivation to read. I was not fond of the books my peers were reading, so my 7th grade mind comprehended that as a lack of interest in books in general. However at my junior high and high school, we are required to participate in Accelerated Reader as 20% of our English grade. Because of my disinterest in reading, my English grades began to suffer. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered a new love in books related to Philosophy. I overcame my disinterest in reading and was able to exceed my A.R. goal every quarter in the semester. From this minor setback, I realized an academic strength; I am flexible when assignments trouble me and I’m persistent. Another strength of mine is how well organized I am. I have never misplaced an assignment or forgot a due date due to this great quality. Overall, my strengths outweigh my

Telling myself that I was too good for anything lower than an A, and being the only accepted 10th-grader, I was certain that I would hold one of the top seats in academics by the end of the year. I was wrong. I ended the semester with 4 C’s. Waking at 5AM then carpooling with a family who lived 45 minutes away and arriving home at 8PM with 5 hours of studying, I would mull over how Bowman Favan was better than me in English, and if I worked longer during my usual 4AM nights. I told myself that I could only beat Bowman if I was 100% self-reliant like he was.

It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I realized my dream of going to college was within my reach. I began to not let my disability hold me back and started to broaden my horizons. I had started achieving things that I once thought were too difficult for me. By this point, I had taken my struggle with reading and turned it into a hobby. I had a growing thirst for knowledge and used my reading skills to enrich my mind. I had taken an interest in history and began reading historical and international books of study to learn more about the world. This level of passion for reading had taken many years to develop. I used this experience to help me achieve my goals in other subjects. I had never been the best at math, and I often struggle to learn the material. I would always do

Before I began elementary school, I enjoyed reading picture books, the touch and feel books and pop-up books. I loved the author Dr. Suess, because he was funny and because I loved the rhyming he did in his writing. I can remember before bed, my mom or dad would read to me until I got old enough to read myself. My mom has always enjoyed reading, if she is not reading a book, then she is reading a recipe or a magazine. My dad on the other hand, I have only seen him read one book, besides reading manuals for his tools. Reading was not a big deal in my house, all of us kids were told that we needed to read, but they did not force us to read. This brings me to Richard Rodriguez’s essay, in his household reading was not as important, but once he got to school, he realized that reading is one of the main activities. I can relate to Rodriguez because in either one of our households we weren’t told that we had to read before we did something else. Once I got to elementary school is when I realized that reading was not for me. Before school, I enjoyed reading, then once I began elementary school, I was forced to read, take tests over books, and read out loud in front of the class which made reading a chore.

I haven't always been keen on reading as I am today. I can’t really remember the reason for my distaste in literature, but I think it mostly came from me just thinking that reading was too difficult or I was just me being a stubborn six year old not wanting to do it, but none the less I was like this for a lot of my earlier years. I was able to read a small amount of text because my parents teaching me, using Doctor Seuss books like Cat and the Hat and One FIsh Two Fish Red Fish Blue FIsh as learning tools to help me become more fluent. I never really understood reading until my stepmom moved in with us. Since my sister and I were still very young

I hated to read. Anytime my high school teachers would assign a book to read in our class I would dread it. All through my freshman, sophomore, and junior year, I felt this way. Trying to read a whole book without feeling that the book was distant to the life I lived or had no existing presence in the world I lived in was my main struggle. When I entered into my senior year I was enrolled in a literature course, which I vowed to use Sparknotes to parlay myself forward. Surprisingly, when I now recall my senior year, that became my favorite class in that final year.

I never had a passion to read when I was younger in grade school. I never liked to read, unless it was any of the “Black Lagoon” books then you had my full attention, and if it wasn’t any of those I would not read it for anything. All I wanted was to read those books, and I am pretty sure I read almost all of them I liked them so much. I especially did not like reading when teachers would make us read at night and fill out a reading chart to go along with it and would make our parents sign it so they made sure that we really did read everyday. It was pure torture for me. I dreaded the reading. My teachers even gave us prizes and treats for reading at home and I still did not want to read. One year I did not tell my mom that I had a reading log and was required to

High school papers were just absolutely mind numbing to me. I definitely failed my share of papers at that time, however, failing these papers early in life gave me the opportunity to learn. A reading in this class that I could relate to was J.K.Rowling's speech at Harvard. J.K.Rowling sure had her setbacks before finding success. I believe

My past reading and writing experience through my education has taught me an important skill, failure. I have learned to fail with grace, thanks to years of pain and suffering. Failing may be in important skill, but many times it demoralizes and demotes students, and reduces there ability to be lifelong learners. From that failure I have allowed myself to adapt and fit the mold of a cookie cutter student in modern education. Now, you won’t find me willingly pick up a fiction book

Now the reason why I hated to read for such a long time I still have no idea. I do have theories, the biggest one being the book we are forced to read in school aren’t the best and the work with then isn’t fun so it destroys all form of joy that reading can bring.

So, literature. To be honest, I really hate literature. Like right now, I hate that I’m writing an essay about the very thing that I hate. It makes no sense, but it’s probably going to be worth a lot of points, so I guess I should suck it up and do it. Anyways, I didn’t used to hate literature. In fact, I used to love it and enjoy doing it. However, that was when I was in 2nd grade so it’s been a while to say the least. In 2nd grade I was one of those kids who was like the bookworm, if people want to call it that. I didn’t really read varieties of books though, it was only just one series that I stretched out for the whole year. One might have guessed, but just in case they didn’t, I was one of those Harry Potter nerds. Who can blame me

I used to loathe reading and writing. I still do. There is however, a difference between my feelings regarding reading and writing in my past compared to my feelings now. I didn’t know who I was or what my thoughts were on many subjects. I also had trouble connecting with the stories I was reading. The main turning point in my attitude towards reading was in my ninth grade English class. My teacher, Mrs. Schultz, taught me, or maybe I finally decided to listen, and I found a deeper meaning and moral compass in the book we read. From then on, I looked at literature in a different light.

Reading and writing are two of the most important tools in my life, because without them I would not have an education. They form the basis of a class; for example, completing a lab in chemistry would not be possible without following a written lab procedure. These two skills are taught at such a young age, and as education advances students must continue to strive to reach a higher level. I can remember in elementary school, we were always pushed to reach the next reading level once we had successfully mastered the one we were on. It was always a competition for my sister and I to be at a higher level, I usually won. Even though I was excelling in reading it was the complete opposite for writing. It is something that has never come easy

Reading has at all times and in all ages been a source of knowledge, of happiness, of pleasure and even moral courage. In today's world with so much more to know and to learn and also the need for a conscious effort to conquer the divisive forces, the importance of reading has increased. In the olden days if reading was not cultivated or encouraged, there was a substitute for it in the religious sermon and in the oral tradition. The practice of telling stories at bed time compensated to some extent for the lack of reading. In the nineteenth century Victorian households used to get together for an hour or so in the evenings and listen to books being read aloud. But today we not only read, we also want to read more and more and catch up

By the time that I entered high school, I no longer felt lonely. I had so many stories in my imagination. The characters, their lives, and adventures were constant companions to me. I don’t know why I didn’t think I was smart, I just never thought about it. Books were just a part of who I was. A part of the