The path of learning to read and write is a journey in which everyone is given the opportunity of doing, but experienced differently by all. Particular teachers, classes, books, and author’s styles contribute to one’s own unique personality. I have always had a keen interest in the stories that reading provides, and the ability of putting thoughts onto paper through writing. I began these at a young age and they have followed me throughout the course of my life.
At a young age, I recall lying in my fire-truck bed, tucked in, and almost death-gripping my Barney stuffed animal. My mother, sitting at the foot of my bed, would read to me nightly, the journeys of Stuart Little and the always-exciting Chicka-Chicka Boom-Boom. Once I gained the ability to read, the roles switched and I began reading to her. I remember my year in kindergarten, coming into class and doing the ridiculous zoo-phonics repetition of “Ally the Alligator, Ah, …show more content…
Furnish’s English 9 Honors class on the first day of high school. She instructed us to look over the curriculum for the class, and as my eyes gazed across the expectations, I realized that the transition into high school would consist of far more obstacles than I had experienced before. After spending half a year reading Romeo and Juliet, writing essays, cramming in grammar, and having in-depth class discussions, I became more interested in writing than ever before. English 9 Honors set the foundation of my future high school English classes, and gave me an outlook on what teachers expected from myself. A large in my writing and reading ability did not come until I took Mr. Claxton’s American Studies class. Here, I learned how to absorb the most out of factual text as well as explore new books such as The Great Gatsby, Brave New World, and 1984. I have been formed into my current literary reader and writer position by countless numbers of prompts, essays, writing journals, books, discussions, and novel
At a young age, I recall lying in my fire-truck bed, tucked in, and almost death-gripping my Barney stuffed animal. My mother, sitting at the foot of my bed, would read to me nightly, the journeys of Stuart Little and the always-exciting Chicka-Chicka Boom-Boom. Once I gained the ability to read, the roles switched and I began reading to her. I remember my year in kindergarten, coming into class and doing the ridiculous zoo-phonics repetition of “Ally the Alligator, Ah, …show more content…
Furnish’s English 9 Honors class on the first day of high school. She instructed us to look over the curriculum for the class, and as my eyes gazed across the expectations, I realized that the transition into high school would consist of far more obstacles than I had experienced before. After spending half a year reading Romeo and Juliet, writing essays, cramming in grammar, and having in-depth class discussions, I became more interested in writing than ever before. English 9 Honors set the foundation of my future high school English classes, and gave me an outlook on what teachers expected from myself. A large in my writing and reading ability did not come until I took Mr. Claxton’s American Studies class. Here, I learned how to absorb the most out of factual text as well as explore new books such as The Great Gatsby, Brave New World, and 1984. I have been formed into my current literary reader and writer position by countless numbers of prompts, essays, writing journals, books, discussions, and novel