Reflection On Reading

So everyday I would beg my mom and sister to help me with my reading. My mom would always help me whenever I asked, but my sister was a little bit harder to convince. Usually she would help me though. Once I began learning how to read, I realized how much fun it was. It was all I ever wanted to do. Whenever I was bored, I would just sit down and write out all the words that I could. But I would soon learn those words and go look through books to find new ones to learn. I quickly caught on and I was able to read simple books very well. I would practice whenever I could. When I was in the car I would read all the street signs and names of buildings that we passed by. Reading became my go to whenever I was bored, sad, angry, or just wanted to have a little

My literacy skills began to truly develop while sitting on an orange and blue tapestry that displayed all the continents and listening to my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Green, read an African folktale, this is when I began understanding literacy. She read slowly and pointed to every word, and used lots of enthusiasm when she showed us the pictures. She finished reading, and now we are at our desks, and singing the alphabet song.

As a child I began reading in first grade. I have never had any reading difficulties or struggles. By the time I was is second grade my mom had to threaten me nightly, grounding me from books because I would get lost in the stories and stay

As a little girl my understanding of literacy began with the alphabet soup. I vaguely remember that my mom would place the soup in front of me and I move the letters with my finger attempting to form words. My mom sat with me and spelled my name out I was so excited because I was learning. From that moment on my curiosity for literacy began. When my mom took me to the store I would ask for books even though I couldn't read but the letters fascinated me. The pictures weren't bad either. My adventure with literacy continued as I began kindergarten.

I learned how to read at a very early age. My parents taught me my ABC’s when I was two years old. They would read Dr. Seuss books to me such as “The Cat in the Hat” in which they would have me to repeat the words as the read to me. They also would read “See Spot Run” which became one of my favorites. As well as, “Dick and Jane: Jump and Run.”

As a reader, I have always struggled. From the first time, I began to read to now. We never understood why until I was in sixth grade. In sixth grade, I was tested for dyslexia and as a result we found out I was dyslexic. Through my grade school and high school years We did everything and anything to help me to read better.

I didn't learn how to read until the third grade. One day i picked up a book with beautiful pictures and i so badly wanted to understand what it said. And so I did. It just clicked in my head all of a sudden and I was able to understand. Before too long I was reading everything in the school library. I would get lost in the different worlds and I learned the meaning of words I didn't know by reading the sentence/ paragraph it was in. Finally i felt like I had something that I was good at. I could outread my peers before too long and by the time I was 9 years old I was reading college level books with ease. I would be spending at least 4 hours a day just reading, finishing 400 page book in a matter of days. In reading I was able to gain confidence in myself at school, and when things got hard I could just slip into another story and forget about my

For average kids who lead an average life, usually learn how to read in kindergarten or first grade. However, my story is a little below average. Like every other kid in my class, I was read to by my parents, but not explicitly on how to read. Entering kindergarten early with a lesser developed brain, already put me in a rough spot. And with a string of incompetent teachers, I never learned how to truly immerse myself into a book until third grade. My poor education leads me to have inferiority issues in my future and constantly believe that I will never be good enough.

This topic matters to me because I did have difficulties reading up until the age of 11. Throughout all of elementary school and most of middle school I was in an extra reading class and I think if someone

My parents love to read, and they even have a newspaper that circulates all over the Valley. Growing up there were plenty of books readily available to us at home. My parents encouraged my siblings and I to read, but weren’t always there to read to us. They have always had their own business, and consequently worked very long hours to make it successful. They helped us with schoolwork whenever they were able, but reading reinforcement at home was not 100%. When I was little I remember being excited about going to school, and did not feel disadvantaged because I only spoke Spanish. I enjoyed going to school, and learning new things. While in kindergarten I picked up the English language quickly, and seemed to be right on track in school. I think that I was a pretty average student with typical learning strengths and weaknesses.

Reading is something that is taught to everyone in their early childhood, the time I learned to read I was very fond of books. I loved to read novels to myself and to read them out loud to my sister. I like reading action, thriller, historical fiction, and mystery. During my early childhood we would have challenges of reading such as wrapped up and reading, golden dragon. These were reading challenges for students to read 20-25 specific grade novels during the school year and at the end you got a party if you read at least 5-10. I used to love reading and at that time I would read at least 20 books because I wanted to go to the party and win something with the lottery tickets I got. My childhood was fulI of reading, even if I read because I was greedy and I read because of the party, it still improved my reading level. As I grew and grew my reading

Reading hasn’t always been my cup of tea. When I was younger in elementary we would I always take reading test. In these assessments, it would test how many words we could read in a minute and unfortunately, I always did bad. I could never read as fast and that made me not like reading right from the jump. But I kept reading because it was embarrassing that couldn’t read as well as others did. Soon I became one of the better readers. Fast forward middle school I never read any

Later in fourth grade I was in a class with students that I felt were brighter than me and I felt bad because I couldn’t read as fast as them or remember what the story was about. I am not good at some things in literacy like reading fast and comprehension, so my teacher had me read in a small group with other kids with the same struggles as me. Also to help me, my mom had me read books and write about what I read. As I practiced more and more I could understand the story I was reading and be able to tell it to somebody else.

The fun years of reading continued in kindergarten, where my teachers taught me a lot about the importance reading and really built my confidence. During class time, I would no longer be allowed to simply read picture books. During these 3 precious years, my kindergarten teachers gave me books that contain more words. These books often contained deeper principles that would help us transition to elementary school. While I still could not focus fully during reading time, my teacher always helped me. She always played light background piano music to help me calm down and focus. She also called class together and read to us all while we had simple discussions that was not too serious. I would find reading a fun thing once again.

As I transitioned into early elementary school, I was well prepared to enter Kindergarten. Because I have always been pretty independent and self-driven, my mother did not really have to push me to read. I started reading the summer before Kindergarten and knew most sight words and how to sound out words