As a whole, the class had to read the book named "The Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. After completing the task of reading 'The Christmas Carol", the next thing that was required of us was to write an essay on the book. The Shakespeare book I read for freshman year was Julius Caesar. Writing an essay for this type of book was difficult because of the type of literature it was but as I did my research it became much easier. As I continued in high school, we had to read "A Gathering of Old Men" by Ernest Gaines and "When I Was a Puerto Rican" by Esmeralda Santiago over the summer and write what was required of us.
I was able to write the words and letters down with minor errors the problem was writing well enough for you to understand what I wrote. In Guyana my parents had a class called dictation; it was basically writing down what the teacher wrote on the board. This was to improve your handwriting, and because of their teachings they made me go through they’re dictation and I would just write a page out of their book and if it didn’t look good enough they would make me do it all over again. And when I would do my homework in school and my handwriting wasn’t neat they would make me redo
Because Bullock's grandmother only received formal education until eighth grade, and his mother a high school graduate, and his father being a high school dropout, he was taught by his grandmother to love learning. By then, through his grandmother's motivation, he was the first in his family to ever graduate from college. In this essay, Bullock shows to us the great motivation that his grandmother has done to him over the past years or, in the years where he was still studying. Him learning to read in a very early age was one of the effects of his grandmother's great perseverance on him towards reading and learning. As he went on with his reading journey, he later on stumbled upon the case of Dr. Sam Sheppard who was all over the papers of Cleveland at that time.
It can be easily argued that the choices people make in high school essentially shape the human being that they grow up to be. A passion for literature and reading is included in this generalization. In her essay, I Know Why the Cage Bird Cannot Read, Francine Prose writes about how we are supposed to be introduced to major literary works during high school--and, furthermore, learn to evaluate and understand the language used in them and the connections that we make with it--and how this is being inhibited in an alarming number of schools across the United States. If this is truly the case, then we should all be very concerned about the literacy of our nation, because my own high school English education has been a joke at the best of times.
After Alexie became a writer, he often visited schools and teach creative writing to Indian kids and let them read books. Indian children were expected to be stupid but after they read books they are refreshed. He wrote about those kids in the article [run on sentence. End the last sentence with a period and then integrate the quote] “they have read my books. They have read many books.
What made this school stand out from other schools was that not only do you have the regular elementary school naptimes and classes, but your parents get to assign you a particular language to be in. Unfortunately, I moved and was pulled out of the school after finishing my 3rd grade year. In the 4th and 5th grade I started at Taylor Schools and went to McDowell Elementary School and once again I moved to where I am currently, Southgate. I have lived in Southgate ever since then. In the 6th grade, I was starting middle school and this was where I truly discovered my love for music.
I believe that I came out of that class with an A, all because of my teacher. I know that I should put all of my effort into my work regardless of the teacher or the teaching style, but I was just immature back then and did not realize how it would hurt me in the future. In the eight grade, I had an assignment to read a book called The Battle of Jericho, but I did not want to do it. I figured I would just skim through the book and tell the teacher I read it, until I received a piece of paper which explained that I must type an essay about the book. I had to read it now, so I told myself to just do it and get it done, but I had to go get the book first.
This was the start of a new hobby that left behind another. I never again found that same level of desire to read. I still read here and thee in middle school when I had nothing else to do. Reading became a time filler not something I sought out to do. As I journeyed through high school I struggled to find motivation to read even the assigned novels and reading.
And I would say “Yes mam I’m reading,” as I was staring at the pictures pretending as if I am reading. Pretending to read pretty much was the story of my childhood when it came to reading. But as progressed to higher levels of reading, there was this activity called reading comprehension. That is when my hatred towards reading increased enormously. It was in eighth grade when I decided I needed to learn how to read.
As I got a little older in middle school, I really enjoyed reading the Sweet Valley High book series. In high school I really only read what I was assigned to read. Examples were Where the Red Fern Grows and The Scarlet Letter. We also read William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. When I was a young adult, I had a stepson named Scott.