Reflective Essay On Reading Class

It was October of my seventh grade year and I found myself sitting in Ms. Keyes’ reading class. One Tuesday afternoon, Ms. Keyes put us in groups based on our reading levels and interests. What interested me the most were books that were suspenseful, full of action, and ones that moved at a fast pace with a colorful cast of characters. Her goal was to get me to enjoy reading again; she made that her personal mission. When I walked into her fifth period class, she had the desks in groups of six. She directed us to our stations where a pile of books awaited and were stacked in the center of each group. When I saw all of the books on each table, I sighed. I walked over to my assigned seat she had given me and plopped down. My first thought was how big and heavy this book appeared to be. I quickly flipped to the back of the book to see how many pages there were. When I saw the number 432, my mouth dropped open. There was no way that I was going to read a four hundred-page book, she must have been crazy. After turning the book back to the cover I saw the title I Am Number Four. …show more content…
(I’m sure it is partly because my mom is a teacher.) Our house literally has hundreds of books and magazines. However, I have gone through times in my life where I did not enjoy reading and writing. For instance, in elementary school I was required to read leveled books for the Accelerated Reader (AR) program. This started in Kindergarten where we would have books read to us and then go on the computer to take the comprehension tests associated with each book. There were “points” awarded for correct answers on tests. For this we would receive stickers to chart our progress. For me, this took the enjoyment out of reading. It was a task that I had to complete and I did not look forward to. My book selections were often limited to my “range” and I was not allowed to choose books outside of the range. I felt frustrated and