My earliest memory of literacy is sitting around my daycare provider during story time, while she read us books. After story time we would be allowed to get our own books from the library. Although I could not read at the time, I still enjoyed looking at the pictures and making up my own story to go with it. When it came time to learn how to read, I was sort of impatient. I can remember having problems with phonics because I did not want to take my time to sound out words; I wanted to just be able to recognize the word immediately. I have always been very fond of reading books. I would always ask my mom to buy me books at yard sales or flea markets. One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom buying me the entire Junie B. jones series at
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It’s not that I did not like writing, I just never knew exactly what to say or if I place the comma in the correct space. But for while during middle school I did try to improve my writing. I tried journals/diaries and writing little stories about whatever I could think of. In middle school I can remember friends and I having a silly challenge about who could write the best story. Even though I was not confident in my writing capabilities, I was hopeful and very determined to write the best story. I think I had gotten about two pages done and I was so proud of myself. Then my 7th grade teacher Mrs. Pritchett happened to see the two pages I had written under my text book after she had told us to put up all our paper and notebooks off our desk. I had been too excited about my story that I could not put it up. When she passed my desk, she took my story and seconds after looking it over, she decided to read it to the entire class. The entire class laughed and made fun of me about it for weeks. For a long time that affected my writing even more because I now afraid of writing and thought whoever was reading my paper would laugh. I did not do anymore leisure writing. I made no effort to get better at writing. I always made C’s on writing assignments and became very content with that grade. I became habit to put off writing assignments till the very last minute. For the most part this was my attitude about writing up
It’s not that I did not like writing, I just never knew exactly what to say or if I place the comma in the correct space. But for while during middle school I did try to improve my writing. I tried journals/diaries and writing little stories about whatever I could think of. In middle school I can remember friends and I having a silly challenge about who could write the best story. Even though I was not confident in my writing capabilities, I was hopeful and very determined to write the best story. I think I had gotten about two pages done and I was so proud of myself. Then my 7th grade teacher Mrs. Pritchett happened to see the two pages I had written under my text book after she had told us to put up all our paper and notebooks off our desk. I had been too excited about my story that I could not put it up. When she passed my desk, she took my story and seconds after looking it over, she decided to read it to the entire class. The entire class laughed and made fun of me about it for weeks. For a long time that affected my writing even more because I now afraid of writing and thought whoever was reading my paper would laugh. I did not do anymore leisure writing. I made no effort to get better at writing. I always made C’s on writing assignments and became very content with that grade. I became habit to put off writing assignments till the very last minute. For the most part this was my attitude about writing up