One of my favorite memories growing up is how much time I spent reading. Whenever I got a new book I couldn 't put it down. I remember that I would always read on the bus ride home. Reading was something that I liked to do. As I’ve gotten older my choice of books has changed alot, a different genre for each of my phases. Today the books that always manage to get my attention are usually the books based on true events. My earliest memory of being read to isn’t necessarily being read to by my parents but being read to by teachers. Both my parents were always working, so they never had time to read to me. I didn’t have any older siblings to help me so when I started school, it was the first time I was exposed to reading. It’s not until I began preschool that I remember my first book, Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do you See? was read to me. What I remember about this book is that I liked it because not only was my first book but because it had different animals and colors. I remember sitting on the colorful carpet with my whole class as the teacher began to read it to us and soon we all eventually read it together. The school I attended had this program where I was first taught to read and write in …show more content…
I feel that I had two teachers that really made an impact on me. One of them was my speech teacher Mrs. Miers. I would see Mrs. Miers two to three times a week . And during time we would practice my english and how to pronounce my words correctly. Mrs. Miers would regularly check on me and have frequent meetings with my parents. To me this was a huge help because it was hard to be in a school that taught a language that I didn’t know. I was a fast learner and I adjusted well but without this teacher my transition would of been harder. While doing observation hours I was able to see kids that face the same struggles I once did and it’s not easy. Seeing these kids that struggle brought so many memories of my own struggles, I was able to see myself in these
During my preteen years, it was all about the twins from Sweet Valley by Francine Pascual. I read them in sequence, out of sequence, and learned how to use the interlibrary loan to get more when I read all that my library had available. I loved the simple adventures that took place in California. In high school while I was still reading
Thinking back to my childhood my favorite books, they not only taught me things, but inspired me to do more, to think bigger. I use to have a book with a hundred interesting facts and records. This was about fifteen years ago, but I can still recall a few things I loved about that book. I remember the page that told me how popcorn kernels popped and why it happened.
I was around four when I discovered the magic of books. I can’t clearly remember which shop I was in, all I do remember was my daddy took me to a supermarket where I saw a bunch of coloring books and pleaded like all children if I could have nearly all the books in the shop, but my dad refused to get any of them for me. Instead he walked up to a shelf which had books which the colors already filled in it (which I later found out were story books) and got a book bag with four or five Winnie the Pooh books in them. Initially I was upset because I couldn’t fill in the drawing s with my own choice of colors. I knew how to read because of school and all, but it just hadn’t thought of reading as a fun activity, just as schoolwork which my nursery teacher Mrs. Agyemang facilitated.
My situation was similar to the story of How Reading Changed My Life, by Anna Quindlen. In the story, the author gave a self-reflection on her passion and progression as a reader. Anna was a disconnected child that was loved reading books. Anna genuinely loved reading books for the sake of doing it and she enjoyed it.
If I were to think of one teacher who made an impact on me it would be Mrs. Cardin. I chose her because I had her in 5th grade and she had just gotten to know me. Then at the end of the year she said that she‘s going to be a 7th grade teacher and so i knew something good was going to happen in 7th grade. When she said she was going to be a 7th grade teacher it made me realize that only second chances come for a reason.
I don 't exactly remember the day learned to read, I guess learning to read came hand in hand with learning to write, slowly. I remember having to copy words off of a blackboard onto paper, then re-write those words over and over again until I not only memorized how to write them but also how to pronounce them. I remember every Friday was library day in elementary school and my friends and I would always fight to be first in line to get to the sports section because we never wanted to have to read anything "boring". I enjoy reading for pleasure but I dislike reading for information, most likely because I have a difficult time learning something just by reading it, I am more of a hands on learner.
My favorite author was the writer for Goosebumps when I was 4 years old and we read many books from the Goosebumps series. I also developed an interest in chapter books. I was in the second grade when my mom and dad would read to me these books. We read together the Hobbit, Phantom Tollbooth, and Percy Jackson series. I also read some current events on my own in school.
It was not until first grade when I grasped the entire concept of reading. The first book I read by myself to my father was “The Digging-Est Dog” by Al Perkins. It was the first higher level book
If a child was not into the same thing they were into, they were often ridiculed. Like Matilda, I was an avid reader. I also had a really active imagination. Reading was a way that I could isolate myself from this world. Whenever I read novels, the character and plot always came alive.
My earliest memory with literacy ( that I can remember ) is my grandma taking my sister and I to the children’s section of the local library and making us sit down next to other kids in a bright green hairy *furry, shaggy* rug . All of the children sat surrounding a small platform where a short , chubby woman wearing a bright pink dress sat on a wooden chair . The lady in pink read many different books. That evening
I entered smiling, not as bewildered as my other classmates. Our first book assigned was Animal Farm, one of my favorite books of all time. I loved how she taught, even though she was quite difficult, she stressed the importance of reading and growing as an
While in the first grade classroom, I was able to form a great relationship with my mentor teacher that allowed me to be very hands on with the students throughout the semester. Among many things, I learned how to run an educational circle and calendar time, worked with small groups of students to improve reading, provided practice spelling tests to students, assisted students in developing their writing abilities, and implemented the class’s behavior management plan. While I worked with the fifth grade
My love of reading only blossomed from there; I discovered the school had a library and from that point onwards, the library was my favorite place to be. I would rummage through the shelves of books looking for a cover that captured my interest. I still remember stories of a pigeon riding a bus and a girl and her stuffed animal bunny. But because of my overactive imagination, I needed stories that would take me to another world, so I was naturally drawn to science fiction and
Preschool for me, is when I learned the rudiments of life. I learned how to count, to write my name, to love. Okay, maybe not the last one, but in preschool I did think I was in love. Imagine a young neighborhood, little kids running in and out and in between all of the freshly painted houses. The new parents yelling for their kids to be safe when they are just crossing the street to the house directly across from them.
Beside all those school books I now read, I use to read books about life, and history I also lloved mystery books the ones that make one wonder and keep you guessing till the end. Of course every girl has to have at least one romantic book they fell in love with, but not me I have many. My earliest memory of my reading was actually in 2nd grade. I had a teacher who we called Mrs. Morales.