Literacy Autobiography Reading has always been a subject that I have struggled in and so has many others. Not the understanding part, but the paying attention to whatever is on the page and what is happening part. It has always been something that I need to figure out, and I am still figuring it out to this day. Ever since the first day of kindergarten, I have been terrible at writing, reading, and most anything related to the English subject. In kindergarten, I distinctly remember how to spell words on a paper that was a picture of a fish. My best friend at the time, picked it up like it was nothing. She was just sitting there filling this paper out. She was finished by the time I was done with 2 of the questions. When she finished, she
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I would almost call it traumatizing. I would only call it that because I had no friends, I was just that weird kid in the corner. From that day forward, I hated that man. Even after the hatred of that man, I achieved better grades. Did my work on time. All these things that I never thought were possible, were happening. What I thought was impossible, soon became possible. One day, some teachers came into my fourth grade teachers classroom. They said “based on grades, we would like a couple of students in some classes take a test”. Of course, I was one of them. It was a test over reading, writing, and pretty much everything else on the English side of school. Later on that month, we finally saw our test scores. Anyone who scored on the basic side of the test was put into a weekly class for reading. It basically taught me how to read fluently and not stutter when I read. This class seemed to help me in my life, now all I have to work on is reading in my …show more content…
He was now a woman. I'm not trying to say this is wrong, but it was just very unexpected. She was always a big inspiration to me because of her courage. She was brave enough to be out and proud of who she is. She is a 6’4 confident woman, teaching during the week, and cross-dressing during the weekend. Seventh Grade was one of the funniest, scariest, and best year yet. My English teacher, one of the meanest teacher in the school, and of course! I had to have her as my English teacher, but it was still a great year. I was, and still am in band. I played the tuba and I enjoyed it. It was like bliss when I could belch out a few notes. It made it so worth it when we went to competitions. I remember learning to read actual music. It was more difficult than I originally thought it would have been. I believe it made me a better reader and writer. The band teacher taught me to do all of that. All things changed when I was suspended. It started when I was outside of my english teacher's class. I had gotten very upset and I slapped this guy. He was saying how I was such a terrible friend and how I couldn't do anything correctly. So I hit him. Not the best choice, but I still did
I would almost call it traumatizing. I would only call it that because I had no friends, I was just that weird kid in the corner. From that day forward, I hated that man. Even after the hatred of that man, I achieved better grades. Did my work on time. All these things that I never thought were possible, were happening. What I thought was impossible, soon became possible. One day, some teachers came into my fourth grade teachers classroom. They said “based on grades, we would like a couple of students in some classes take a test”. Of course, I was one of them. It was a test over reading, writing, and pretty much everything else on the English side of school. Later on that month, we finally saw our test scores. Anyone who scored on the basic side of the test was put into a weekly class for reading. It basically taught me how to read fluently and not stutter when I read. This class seemed to help me in my life, now all I have to work on is reading in my …show more content…
He was now a woman. I'm not trying to say this is wrong, but it was just very unexpected. She was always a big inspiration to me because of her courage. She was brave enough to be out and proud of who she is. She is a 6’4 confident woman, teaching during the week, and cross-dressing during the weekend. Seventh Grade was one of the funniest, scariest, and best year yet. My English teacher, one of the meanest teacher in the school, and of course! I had to have her as my English teacher, but it was still a great year. I was, and still am in band. I played the tuba and I enjoyed it. It was like bliss when I could belch out a few notes. It made it so worth it when we went to competitions. I remember learning to read actual music. It was more difficult than I originally thought it would have been. I believe it made me a better reader and writer. The band teacher taught me to do all of that. All things changed when I was suspended. It started when I was outside of my english teacher's class. I had gotten very upset and I slapped this guy. He was saying how I was such a terrible friend and how I couldn't do anything correctly. So I hit him. Not the best choice, but I still did