Learning to Read
Mason Cooley once said, “Reading gives us some place to go when we stay where we are.” When I first learned to read I was in 1st grade. My first grade class was small, with small tables, a lot of students, but always had a nice smell to it. I remember trying to read there but I just couldn’t focus because the class seemed so lively. Going on through school, my teachers realized I wasn’t good at reading. It wasn’t until my 3rd grade teacher did I begin to understand reading.
My 3rd grade class had a lot of students like my first grade class. We had our own desks and everyone seemed to be friendly. It always smelled like fresh air and was always sunny in the classroom. One day, my teacher came up to me and whispered, “I have …show more content…
When it came to reading time, the teacher told me to grab a story I wanted to read that day and go to the empty room. I sat in there and I felt more alone then the previous day so I opened the book and began to read. When I had begun reading and realized in the quiet, empty room, my imagination took over. I was reading a Goosebumps book, I can’t remember which one exactly, but I remember feeling like I was a part of the story. I was no longer in that empty room, I was in the story. I finished the book by the time she came back and she asking me, “How was the book?” I shouted, “It was amazing! The story, I was in the story!” I told her she had to read that book and she had a smile on her face. When I left class I told her thank you and she responded we would read again tomorrow. That same night, my mom came to read to me just like she had done every night since I was a baby. I demanded that I wanted to read by myself that night, so I grabbed a book, closed my door, and sat on my bed. My room was quiet, my book was “Where the Red Fern Grows”, and I was excited to start reading. I was once again in another story, I wasn’t in my room. I was with the boy and his dogs, hunting in the
Mason Cooley once said, “Reading gives us some place to go when we stay where we are.” When I first learned to read I was in 1st grade. My first grade class was small, with small tables, a lot of students, but always had a nice smell to it. I remember trying to read there but I just couldn’t focus because the class seemed so lively. Going on through school, my teachers realized I wasn’t good at reading. It wasn’t until my 3rd grade teacher did I begin to understand reading.
My 3rd grade class had a lot of students like my first grade class. We had our own desks and everyone seemed to be friendly. It always smelled like fresh air and was always sunny in the classroom. One day, my teacher came up to me and whispered, “I have …show more content…
When it came to reading time, the teacher told me to grab a story I wanted to read that day and go to the empty room. I sat in there and I felt more alone then the previous day so I opened the book and began to read. When I had begun reading and realized in the quiet, empty room, my imagination took over. I was reading a Goosebumps book, I can’t remember which one exactly, but I remember feeling like I was a part of the story. I was no longer in that empty room, I was in the story. I finished the book by the time she came back and she asking me, “How was the book?” I shouted, “It was amazing! The story, I was in the story!” I told her she had to read that book and she had a smile on her face. When I left class I told her thank you and she responded we would read again tomorrow. That same night, my mom came to read to me just like she had done every night since I was a baby. I demanded that I wanted to read by myself that night, so I grabbed a book, closed my door, and sat on my bed. My room was quiet, my book was “Where the Red Fern Grows”, and I was excited to start reading. I was once again in another story, I wasn’t in my room. I was with the boy and his dogs, hunting in the