Reading and writing isn’t a daunting task for me. It transports me back to my childhood where my parents and I connected over our love of language and books. From the moment I first learned to read, I couldn’t stop. I read everything: street signs, cereal boxes, even things I probably wasn’t supposed to read. My parents realized they would soon have to spell things out, as many parents do.
She taught me how to write my name first, and after I had that down pat my name was written everywhere. My grandmother made writing easy just as everything else. She was one of the only people that I would sit down with and let teach me things that I needed to know. After she taught me a lot about writing it led me to reading. My interest in writing led to my desire to read.
I always ask myself before starting work. This is where reading and writing are also good to know. If I couldn’t read or write, I wouldn’t never know when the product was expired, or how to write how much I have made of a certain product. I have always been a good reader, always in advanced reading in school. My writing I think was pretty good I had a poem published about 12 years ago.
Gerson Guevarra Professor Juarez English A: MW 9:30 am November 29, 2010 My Journey to Reading and Writing (Re-write) Reading is a natural habit that most people will learn in life. Everybody learns differently however. Some may be faster than others, and some may be slower. The reading process as a whole is a very complex area, and is constantly changing. For me, reading and comprehending has been a challenge throughout my life from learning to speak English as a language, finding the interest for reading, and being able to understand the things I read.
At primary school I was able to read for myself some of the books that were meant for grade ones up to grade four leaners books and also had little assistant from my teachers and mother with all the words I did not know at the time. From then I had favorite books that I could read fluently and understand. These included Tom and Jerry, Cat in the hat, the three little pigs and much, much more that I used to read on a daily basis for my family and friends. The love of reading made me a very imaginative kid and a curious one at that, every week I wanted a different career when I grow up, which was very interesting and confusing also for my mother. Throughout primary School and high school my love of reading and writing grew and so, did the number of books and also my ability to pronounce and understand English.
She was happy. I was a disappointment to my mother as far as reading went. It wasn’t that I couldn’t read it was that I never wanted to, and compared to my sibling who read every day, I was a letdown. It might not have been such a dilemma to any other parent, but to my mom who’d taught and encouraged kids to read for many years, it certainly was. It wasn’t until I started first grade that I finally started to appreciate some of my mother’s hard work.
Learning how to read and write is crucial in one’s life. I first learned how to read and write when I was around first or second grade. It was a great experience and even though it was fifteen years ago, I remember like it was yesterday. Foremost, reading and writing came into my life at a very early stage. My
Writing made her happy because she was able to confide in her diary. She considered it her friend since she couldn’t have any friends while hiding. It was what she was best at. Her diary was just very inspiring and touching that now, her diary has been translated into so many languages. Now people all around the world can read and see the impact Anne has made on
Growing up as a child, I would always depend on writing as a getaway from society. I would write whatever came to my imagination and bought it to life with just a paper and an ink pen. Writing was a tool that was very beneficial to me during my teenage years and even now in my adult years. I have had some experiences that were both good and bad when it came to writing, but nonetheless, writing became my forte in my English courses. The feeling that I have when writing is a very joyous one because it is my nonverbal communication to express my emotions and thoughts without the critism of the outside world.
Esperanza Rising Dear Teacher, Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan is an amazing book to use in class for next semester. I wish there were more books to read that I can personally relate to myself. Reading Esperanza Rising reminded me of my life as a child in India. I moved to the United States when I was 10 years old with my family and younger brother. Moving from India to a strange new country had a big impact in my life.