Reading And Reading : The Importance Of Reading

I’ve always been an avid reader. When I was in elementary school, my mother would take my brother and I to the library every week to pick out books. I would take the books to school and read them all in one day. I loved reading so much that my teachers would call home and tell my parents that I was reading my library books during class instead of my textbooks. Reading has always been a major part of my life. I used to aspire to become an author. I even wanted to become an editor at one point. I used to make daily household newspapers and magazines for my entire family to read and enjoy. My strong love for reading certainly came in handy during my freshman year of high school.

I’ve never put much thought into what defines reading or literacy. I know that they are life skills that are necessary for a person to have a functional place in the world. Growing up it was expected that you learned how to read, write, interpret, clarify, summarize, and question based on what is presented to you. It used to be based on textbooks, novels, and newsprint. As of now, I’ve lost count of the different ways that we can communicate.

I read many others books in elementary school. Reading was probably my favorite hobby, and it seemed very easy. At Clearview, we did Arty, and I read a lot of books for Arty. I had the highest score for Arty, and broke the school record. That was an awesome accomplishment, and I still have the little trophy I received. There was also a reading competition in fourth grade, and we received little plastic shapes to put on a dogtag necklace. I was awarded with the most tags, and a certificate for having the highest. Reading was a big part of my childhood, and I read many books other students could read proficiently. I always wanted to be able to read well, and impress people I cared about. I looked at reading in a positive way, and as something exciting. I think my early start to reading and experiences with reading as a small child really helped me appreciate books, and want to read more. It greatly affected my attitude towards reading. Reading was also my way to escape reality at times and have time for peace and relaxation. It still could be today, but I don’t have much time to

I can't help but laugh when going through my old IEP paperwork from grade school. Most of the teachers concerns were my reading skills, and handwriting. The school threw me into handwriting classes grades 1-5. I'd miss a 1/4th of my regular class just with that. Jokes on them my handwriting is still terrible. From reading all of their paperwork and the dates on them, the reading concerns came from right after my mom passed away. I was more than capable of doing well in that area. In fact, I really loved reading and still do. I just didn't want to be there. I didn't like my peers, and I didn't like them asking about my mom all the time. You know how kids are, they are vicious and sometimes said mean things kids say. The teachers didn't help

Reading has been one of the most important things in my life since I was very young. Some of my earliest memories are of learning to read. Reading might actually have been the thing that brought me out of the either of infancy into the stream of consciousness in which I currently live my life, because I don't have any clear memory of life before I could read in some capacity. I used to read all of the billboards that I saw out loud to my mom as practice. I know that it was extremely annoying to hear every billboard in town everyday from the back seat of the car, but my mom encouraged and helped me and I'm sure that reading would not have been such an

I’d rather jam my toe on the corner of a table for seven and a half hours than read a book. Okay, that may be a tad drastic, but you get my point. I mean, if I get ahold of an amazing book or get assigned an essay that intrigues me, then I’m all in, but that’s rare anymore. I didn’t always feel so negatively towards reading- reading was a crucial part of my life at a young age. My parents heavily encouraged it by reading to me at bedtime and making sure I always had a full bookshelf. When I was about four, still not able to read or spell very well, my parents would spell out words to each other that they didn’t want my little sister and me to hear. Although this was not necessarily them enforcing reading on us, it lit a fire in me to want to know what they were saying to each other. I became better at putting together the seemingly scrambled letters into words and eventually was able to understand their conversations. So proud of myself, I began to repeat the words my parents would spell such as when they were contemplating on taking my sister and me to the “P-A-R-K,” and I screamed “Makenzie, we’re going to the park!” Mom and Dad weren’t very happy that I could now spell. When talking with my parents, I would join in on the “fun” by spelling out meaningless words in my sentences to make me feel big and important. This small feat that I accomplished made me feel mature and helped me gain the confidence to start chapter books.

Reading helps in mental development and is known to stimulate the muscles of the eyes and it is also an activity that involves greater levels of concentration and adds to the conversational skills of the reader.

Through the years of elementary school, I excelled in reading because of the comprehension I had and my love for books. We were always required to read a book, because we needed a certain amount of accelerated reading points each month. My favorite books were Junie B. Jones and Captain Underpants. I enjoyed reading during these years because it came natural to me and I admired the fictional aspects of books and the way they could make my mind run wild. The teachers I had I credit some of my success to because they helped me succeed in reading during elementary school.

Reading" is the process which involves looking at a series of written symbols and getting meaning from them. When we read, we use our eyes to receive written symbols (letters, punctuation marks and spaces) and we use our brain to convert them into words, sentences and paragraphs that communicate something to us.

Reading and writing has never come very easy to me. There have been a lot of factors that hinder me from being able to read and write well. English has always been my least favorite class during elementary school throughout high school and it still is now in college. I can count the number of books that I’ve actually been able to completely finish reading on one hands. In school, whenever we were assigned to read however many chapters of a book at night, I would just look up the spark notes for that chapter because I have such a hard time reading. By the way, reading the spark notes does not work as a substitute for reading the book instead.

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

If you couldn’t read or write, how would you tackle your daily life? Being literate is a crucial part of everyone’s life; reading and writing are essential for a person’s success. Every single day, it’s used, whether it’s for an Advanced Placement Language class or reading a billboard as you’re driving past. As a child, I grew up reading on a daily basis and I believe that I am as successful as I am on behalf of it. Countless memories have been created, thanks to the multiple books that have been read and the umpteen amount of papers that I’ve written. Throughout the numerous years of my education, my teachers and parents left a long lasting impact on my reading and writing skills.

It comes as no surprise that a majority of Deaf children, whose first language is not English, struggle when it comes to English literacy. In the United States, around one half of Deaf students read at or below a fourth grade reading level upon completion of high school, with only around 7% reading at or above a seventh grade reading level (Strong & Prinz, 1997). This level of reading barely reaches the level needed to read a newspaper (Goldin-Meadow & Mayberry, 2001). The lack of ability to acquire written and spoken English is an obstacle in many aspects of life, beyond academic achievement and into vocational success. (Strong & Prinz, 1997). In today’s day and age, even the simplest jobs require the ability to read, and a

Reading is one of the first things we learn as we grow up. Whether it’s stories our mothers read to us or the little captions in our picture books. Along with reading, writing is another skillset we learn. Writing allows us to create our own stories so that one-day mothers will read our stories to their children. Putting letters together to form words and words together to form sentences is one of the most important skills we learn in order to advance in our educational systems. Reading and writing are needed in every aspect of life whether it’s for school, or a part of everyday life. There is a big part of the world that doesn’t have access to the education they deserve. Reading and writing is needed in order to create a prosperous future for yourself and others.

I lost my mom when I was young so I didn’t have her there to read to me or teach me about things or buy me books. My father was and still is in the Army National Guard and was deployed for long periods of time when I was a child. It’s like there was a void in my life and literacy has always been a temporary fill. Growing up I had always been eager to learn more and know more about random topics. I was once so into soccer that I had only read stories about soccer players for an entire school year. Another year I was so intrigued by mummies that I would search through the school library for mummy books until I begged my aunt to get me a library card to the closest library around (1 hour away). It honestly felt like my birthday every time I got to go to the city Library and choose up to 4 books of my liking and take them home.