Edwards for teaching me how to write, Ms.Gross and Ms. Owens my 3rd grade teachers for teaching me how to cursive write and to my 7th grade teacher Ms. Finn for pushing me to continue to write my thoughts on paper. As I seen my daughter struggle with reading and writing because the teachers did not take the time to help them and she had to begin learning how to read not only by me and my mom helping her but she had to begin going to the Carnegie Center. It brought great memories back when I began to see the books that I loved so much as the Sweet Valley High and the Babysitters Club at the Carnegie Center for free to take home and read and at the local Peddlers Malls for sale. As I sat down occasionally I still love a good book from time to time and still enjoy writing poems. I have written poems about our Soldiers in the War, about my grandparents and my husband’s grandma after they passed away.
And even before that my mother would read to me every night before I go to sleep. She would have this big book filled with Mother Goose nursery rhymes and would read that along with some other books. When I started to talk my parents taught me the alphabet which seemed pretty easy. It wasn’t long before I could say the entire alphabet on my own. The next thing my parents taught me was to put the letters and sounds together to
Mexico City, Mexico 3) When did you begin to learn English? 1995-1996 I worked with a lady who had a daughter and I taught her Spanish and was learning English by watching her television shows. Such as, Sesame Street and Barney. 4) How long before you felt you could fluently speak English? 2 years 5) Since English was not taught in public schools; how did you learn the English language?
The book Phoenix Rising by Karen Hesse is one of the best books I have read in school. When I began reading it I did not understand the title, but as I read more I began to understand. Nyle is a young who cannot accept losses. Except when the accident in Cookshire took place she had to learn how to let go. Nyle’s Grandma allowed two evacuees, a mother and her very sick son, to settle in her house until the boy got better.
“Se habla Espanol” by Tanya Barrientos (2011) brings readers to a greater understanding of what it is like to struggle with learning a language. She tells what it is like to appear to be fully able to speak fluent Spanish but to be English-speaking only. People judge her by her appearance and name and assume that she can speak Spanish. However, even after six Spanish-speaking classes she still struggles to put together full sentences. Barrientos came to the United States as a young child and upon arriving in the new land she took on the new language, leaving her native language behind.
Francine Prose states, "Traditionally, the love of reading has been born and nurtured in high school English class." I disagree with this statement only because of my own personal experience. My love of reading was stimulated by my own passionate mother who instilled in me from a very early age that reading books frequently is important for any educated individual. I was very startled to find that other children weren't as lucky as me, relying primarily on their school education to teach them how to read and to love reading. By the time that we were in middle school, the majority of my friends felt that reading was a chore and turned their noses up at any books I'd suggested to them.
This looked like revenge to me against what I had said before when I was sixteen. My mother wouldn’t listen to what I had to say not even if the topic was forgiveness. I was about to graduate from high school and it seemed like she wasn’t interested, not to mention she didn’t attend the ceremony. Furthermore, I was in my thirty’s teaching English literature at Boston, Massachusetts. My life was busy, but I would always think of my mother.
And while I had my toys and my friends around I still had to be responsible about doing my homework and wake up every morning and wear my clothes to go to school. I learned to do everything by myself and. Finally after one year my dad decided that we can go to see my mom. At the first time, I did not feel anything when I saw her because I could not remember her as a mom. This really hurt me as
Third month, I finally accept the fact I’m going to America. But another problem came out, I don’t know how to speak English, even we have English class at school, but they just teach the basic conversation. its just like a huge boom throw it my life, so my mom got me a tutor, and I hate that
Both Baby and Anne are very smart, but Baby isn’t recognized for it. Instead she is put into a practical learning class. “I didn’t bother explaining that I’d been on the honor roll at my last school. That I had to go to a program for kids who had learning disabilities made me sad beyond words.” (Page 202, O’Neil) Baby deserved more, considering she was on the honor roll. But because she had to go to a detention centre, the social worker basically forced her into going to this class.