Monday, October 29, 2012

A blury image of reading past

                The way I started reading is a mystery to me.  My family and I have never been big readers. I believe my mother taught me the basics when I was very little but I think I really started reading when I started school.  I really liked reading when I was little.  I remember when I was five I would sit down with my mother and read things like “Clifford” and other short stories like that.  I really enjoyed it until I started the sixth grade and it all changed.  It changed my outlook on reading that still taught me today.
                 At the beginning of the fifth grade, we started this program called “AR” or accelerated reader.  It was a program that set all the books at a different point level.  You had to read the book and then take a ten to fifteen question test over it.  If you made a one hundred you got all the points.  Each student had a set number of points you had to reach each month.  This forced all the students and I to read and test.  This caused me to have a lot of pressure on me and not enjoy the reading then.
                Once I made it to middle school, reading got a little bit better.  I started reading more and enjoying it again.  My sixth grade teacher helped a lot, too. She forced me to read to my ability and always pushed a good book my way.  She enhanced my love for reading a little more as the year went by. She is one of the main reasons why I like reading to the extent I do today.  She taught me a ton of new vocabulary.  I went home during this time and actually sat down and read for hours on end sometimes.

                Junior high started and reading kind of fell of my to do list.  I became to bus for extra reading.  The only reading I did was the in class and the mandatory readings.  This changed when my eighth grade teacher opened my eyes about reading. She explained how it was suppose to be an enjoying and a type of entertainment; not a boring tedious task.  She told me it’s supposed to put a mind movie in your head like you’re watching TV.  I somewhat credit her with me “learning” how to read.  All the way in the eighth grade I learned how to read.

               By high school now I still try to squeeze in reading everyone once in a while.  I don’t really have time between mandatory work and sports.  I am still a little fuzzy on how I really became to read.  I know I owe a lot to my mother but there have been some people along the road that’s helped me and pushed me along.  Between enhancing my vocabulary to actually reading it and understanding it. It opened a lot of doors in my life and has really helps me being a strong reader and everything

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