My Love Of Reading Essay

Reading and writing have never been the subject of my choice in school. Growing up I hated reading because I was the slowest reader in my class who stumbled upon words that everyone else seemed to know. I hated writing because my teachers would make us peer edit and since I was a poor speller, I was afraid that the other kids would make fun of me or call me stupid. There were days I knew we would be editing each other’s papers in class and I would beg my mom to let me stay home from school that day. Not only was I a bad speller, but I was also bad at grammar so when I would receive my paper back, I always felt I had more red marks on my paper than anyone else. On top of hating to write, I also hate reading as well. When my teachers would go around the room and make my class read out loud, when it was my turn and the teacher called on me I would ask if I could please not have to read. My mom tried to help me by keeping me out of school and devoting our day to learn new skills, but nothing ever helped me. It was not until I got to middle school and high school where I had teachers who encouraged me and made me feel confident with …show more content…
In the tenth grade the curriculum is full of poetry and long novels. While poetry is typically hard for high schoolers who read it for the first time is hard to understand, Miss Lenhart would break down each line making sure I understood and saw the deeper meaning. Miss Lenhart was not the teacher who would just give me the answers, but she always encouraged me to dig deeper. She taught me many tricks on how to find what the other wants you to take away from their stories. I had never read a book on my own for fun until I left her class. She made reading feel more as though it was a hobby or a puzzle rather than a chore or a punishment. If it was not for Miss Lenhart I would have never read or understood some of my most favorite books that I have