My Reading And Writing Recovery Program

Ever since a young age I’ve enjoyed reading. My mother even read to me while I was in the womb. When I started kindergarten I was so eager to learn how to read. After I learned how to read my reading level was always significantly higher than the others in my class. I was reading chapter books in first grade. Similarly I was very excited when I learned how to write. Ever since then I have enjoyed writing and do it in my free time. I have been told and

From the time I first learned to read, I found myself fascinated by books. As I got older, a teacher realized that my reading level was above that of the other children in my class, and sent me to the bookshelf to pick out a “chapter book” to read. With the envious eyes of many of my peers following me, I chose one (probably the one with the most colorful cover art) and began to read it. Little did I know, I would finish this book in no time, and my life would become consumed by reading from that point forward. I soon felt compelled to put some of my own ideas onto paper, and thus, I discovered my passion for writing. However, my skills would be, and are to this day, suppressed by one thing- first drafts. I have never been able to sit down

We had what was called ‘Renaissance Reading’ and we had to meet our A.R. goals every 6 weeks. If we met our A.R. goal, then we would be rewarded. I didn’t mind all the reading because I absolutely loved to read, and I still do. In 6th grade I had a 12th grade reading level. I was very proud of that. I met every one of my A.R. goals in junior high and every year I got to go to Lake Tomahawk. It was so rewarding and I loved to get the day off of school. At Lake Tomahawk they let us swim, go down slides, jump off the blob, play sports, ride kayaks, etc. Being able to have that experience really influenced my reading and made me want to achieve my goals. Now that I am in high school, we don’t have A.R. goals. We don’t get rewarded for our achievements. We are treated like adults sometimes. Since I got into high school, I have not read as much as I used to. I would read the required books for my classes, but I did not read on my free time. In addition to that, I do not have a lot of free time. I enjoy reading and writing and it is very influential to my

Furthermore, the excessive pride exhibited by Macbeth at the end of the play highlights the psychological annihilation caused by toxic masculinity; leading to his eventual death. He conforms to the traits viewed as traditionally male since he becomes violent and excessively prideful of his masculinity and strength, and, consequently, reaches his demise. The unwavering pride that he possesses is evident when he refuses to acknowledge Malcom’s right to the throne of Scotland and states, “I will not yield, / to kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet” (5.8, 81). The use of the words “I will not yield” exemplify Macbeth’s need for dominance because subordination correlates with being weak. Also, the act of kneeling and kissing the ground

Throughout my years of schooling, I have become ambivalent about reading and writing. I have struggled in school to make myself enjoy writing. I didn’t mind reading as much, as long as it was to my interest. It has differed throughout the years I have been in school. Some years I have enjoyed both, reading and writing, and other years I have not liked either. Getting myself to enjoy reading and writing has been quite the adventure.

If I could describe my relationship with reading and writing it would most likely have to be, improving. Of course I would assume the same happens to all students that their reading and writing skills improve as they continue with their education. For me reading has been a passion, so my reading skills are pretty advanced and I can say I am able to read well. In my case, being a child of two Hispanic parents, I do have a slight accent that can get in the way and make my reading a bit rough. Usually it is not so bad, only on certain words that either I do not know how to properly pronounce or certain letters that my accent acts as a physical barrier where I have to sound it out more carefully or work around my accent. While that is the #1 major setback I have during reading. Even with that setback I can still say that I am confident in my reading skills, reading at a well speed, improving, reading various books all that combined allows to be able to read almost anything. What I do enjoy about reading is that I see it being able to bring myself into that world that the author is writing about or to envision the story they’re telling as a movie. I like the idea of just sitting back or laying down with a good book for hours and getting deep into whatever I am reading. Personally once I pick up a good book it is usually hard for me to put it down without the paranoia of not knowing how it ends will eat me up and I usually finish a book within a few days.

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When I was a child I truly detested reading. I thought reading was dull so I never wanted to do it. I remember my 2nd grade teacher would have us read a specific number of books each week. I would always try to sit in the back in the classroom behind everyone so the teacher could not see me all that well. I did this so when it came time to read I would be able to switch between doodling in my notebook and pretend to read when the teacher walked by me. I would never meet that goal so my teacher contacted my parents. I remember hearing my teacher talk to my parents over the phone and a feeling of dread took over me. On my way home on the bus my stomach felt like knots knowing with each passing moment I would be closer to my destination. When I got home my parents scolded me and gave me a lecture on the importance of reading. They told me that if I wanted to be successful then I should take the opportunities that they themselves did not have as children. They also told me that being able to read and write would mean I have the chance to get the job of my dreams. The next day I woke up with the words that my parents shared with me still on my mind. I got dressed and went outside to wait for the bus. When the bus arrived, I got on and sat down the usual noise of laughter and chatter was drowned out by my intense focus on my future. when I arrived at school the very first thing I did was head straight toward the library. The library had an enormous selection of books I had no idea where to start. I wandered around the library for what felt like hours not really sure what I was looking for. The librarian must have noticed my confusion because she came straight toward me

When I first began learning how to read and write, I often found myself struggling to grasp the concepts. Looking back on my experience, I can recall how a lot of the other kids in my class encountered no difficulty. Compared to the majority of them, I worked at a slower pace and required more frequent help from my teacher. Eventually, it got to the point where I questioned if the idea of being able to read and write independently was even possible. Although I was struggling and would often get down on myself, I never let the obstacles I encountered stand in the way of advancing my skills. As a learner, I desired to improve and believed that I had the ability to do so. Therefore, I took action and began receiving help from my older sister.

Last week we wrote a blog and one of the questions was “How did you learn to read and write?”  I found this question interesting because I never had really thought about the moment when I actually learned how to read and write. My mom was the first person to expose me to reading and writing. A popular tactic she did to make sure I was staying engaged was to read aloud stories and make me follow along with her. My mom would read me many different stories like Tarzan, Bambi, Aladdin, Peter Pan, Lion King, The Jungle Book, and Hercules. whatever I wanted to listen and follow along with, she would read with me. This really helped with my want to read. The books contained a lot of adventure, which made it easy as a kid to follow along with. I became to gain an imagination and then all of a sudden reading was easier.

I had to stop solely focusing on math and start trying to improve on my reading and writing. For the longest time, I avoided reading the classics because I was afraid I wouldn’t understand them or they were boring. I had always read for pleasure and even considered myself a bookworm at one point. The problem was that I had only read “brainless” books, books that were easy reading. I started with what looked to me as the simplest, shortest book: Animal Farm. The book took me two hours to finish. After reading it, I thought to myself, that wasn’t too bad. I felt proud that I had decided to start reading those types of books. The next few books I read were similar in level and length. I decided that I would try to read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. It took me a long time to fully comprehend what I read and I couldn’t make myself read the book for more than a few hours a day. When I finally finished, I jumped up and ran to tell my older sister, the real bookworm of my family, the good news. I was even more excited to tell her how my reading score jumped 100 points after I had taken a practice

Reading was the new outlet for my imagination and the stories I read fascinated me. They weren’t too unlike the scripts of computer games or the own stories I came up with on my own, but books actually had the action and emotional aspects written out. And again, while my peers were reading things about growing up, things that had morals and would teach valuable lessons (I remember one book about a shoplifter who had to do community service at an animal shelter), I read real fiction: Jurassic Park, Dragonriders of Pern, Lord of the Rings… Stuff of fantasy and science-fiction that let my mind stray from reality. Stuff that kept my imagination alive while I was being forced to learn multiplication and the names of countries. Of course, my teachers encouraged me to keep reading, as long as I wasn’t doing the reading in the middle of their lectures. But it wasn’t because of their influence, however, that kept me interested in books. It was because I loved it. It put pictures into my head and made me think. So I kept reading. But even then I knew reading wasn’t enough… Yes, the stories were fascinating, but they weren’t what I wanted. Back then I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but as middle school came to a close, I found it.

While my love for reading sprouted, I soon became obsessed with writing. My passion for reading only helped my writing skills to prosper. In fifth grade, I had a teacher who very well understood that reading and writing were important. Every day, we had a half an hour to write about whatever we wanted. Boy, my imagination ran wild. I often wrote fiction stories. My favorite part was when the teacher allowed us to share our stories with the whole class at the end of the week. This one activity really sparked the beginning of my love for writing.

As a child, my interests were more focused on reading than writing. In elementary school I fell in love with books. Initially I read simple children’s books, much like everybody else in my class, but it did not take long for my passion to drive me to read more difficult writings. Fiction books quickly became a replacement for any childhood toys. Instead of blocks or stuffed animals I would ask my parents for books. Since they were aimed at young readers, they tended to be short. I found myself going through them within days, and then soon several hours. Towards the end of elementary school I was reading series like Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. I was captivated, and reading truly opened up a whole new world for me.