My mother read to me every night until I fell asleep. I can remember having dreams about the fairytales she read to me. My father let me pick a book out of the Scholastic paper I use to get every month at school. It didn’t matter how much the book cost he never said no. Welty said, “Neither of my parents had come from homes that could afford to buy many books, but though it must have been something of a strain on his salary, as the youngest officer in a young insurance company, my father was all the while carefully selecting and ordering away for what he and Mother though we children should grow up with.”(Welty, 391) I remember my father giving me his old Hardy Boys books when I was about eight years old.
I wasn’t able to do a lot of things that I wanted to do because of my grades. At one point I was actually ineligible to play sports, what are everything to me. My parents influenced me to do better in school by allowing me to get my license the day my grades went above a 3.0. It took me awhile but by the end of the semester I had a 3.1 and was able to get my driver’s license. My grades at an all-time low were around a D average, I was able to go from that to a B average in one semester.
When I eventually transferred to public schools, the issues that everyone overlooked because they were not an obvious problem for me really came back to haunt me when I was assigned any sort of extensive writing assignment. I continued to take reading classes in public school. Fortunately, I managed to get through my English classes and graduate high school never expecting to have to write any sort of paper again. While I thought that to be true for the first two years out of high school, that proved to be a poor mindset to have. June
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.
I would go try to take the test and never finish because I felt I couldn’t do it. Until December 2011 I keep telling myself that if I didn’t go get it my kids would never have anything and I would be forced to live off the state or my mom. So December came along and I forced myself to go take that test. I was surprised to say I passed everything except my essay part. It took me two weeks to study for the next essay test and I passed with flying colors.
Education is the key to success and through the 1900s children younger than six years of age learned to read which helps you write and understand proper grammar even with the Great Depression going on, children still gave their all in learning. Looking between era’s life has completely changed; children would not be out and about but would stay home and read novels which gave them understanding and knowledge. Now in our society the internet is basically our knowledge, many youngsters do not care for but if they need a source of information they just need to click on their computers and find the answer instead of retrieving information from a book. Why Lee would hold these views of literacy in the 21st century is because humanity has evolved in such a quick time, but as people we have not grown as we are supposed to. “[We live] in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones iPods and minds like empty rooms” by far this quote really does describe our society because we get everything we want yet we cannot grasp how to use proper literacy.
On my first day of kindergarten my mom took me to school. She walked me to class and stayed with me for a few minutes then she had to leave to go to work. I was okay for a little while then I started crying. I did not have my mom around and I did not have my grandmother around. My teacher let me call my mom and my mom told me “I was a big boy, I have to go to school and that everything would be ok, stop crying and that she loved me”.
How My Education Has Affected My Life My Education from kindergarten to the twelfth grade was good for some of it but I also have some bad times. When I was younger and as I have gotten older I have always loved school from kindergarten all the way to twelfth grade and now college. School was a place I felt safe and secure at and also loved by my teachers although I have had some bad days in class. I can relate to Sherman Alexie in many ways of how school was the same for us. I was picked on but It didn’t happen to me until I was in middle school.
When I first found out I wouldn’t be graduating, it was an Eye Opener for me. I had no clue what I would do, Consequently, I couldn’t pass the algebra 1 EOC test, along with the SAT or ACT. I thought to myself if I could at least have good enough grades I will get by. I don’t know why I thought that. I just really hoped for the best, later down the road 2 months have passed, I was sitting in 7th period and then my teacher got a call telling me to head down to the guidance counselor called me down, we talked about the direction I was going, my GPA was right where it should be.
Playing, caressing her, or just sitting by her side. But those six months went so fast; they were not enough to enjoy the time I wasted in other things while she was healthy. The only thing I did properly was saying goodbye, but that does not mean that her death hurt me less. I will never forget December 3th when my father called me during classes to inform me that Wanda had passed away. My