Reading and I have history, some of its good and some of its bad. The first time I can remember picking up a book was during preschool; the book was a barbie book , the pages were slightly torn , there were stains from who knows where and on every page there was a detailed picture that helped give a visual impact on what was read above. I never knew that when I picked that book up I was introducing myself to many future possibilities- I didn’t know that in five or six years from then my opinion on reading would change drastically. When kindergarten came along I realized that my love for reading was decreasing , I couldn’t tell if it was because the books were hard for me or if I found no interest in the books we were reading at time. Reading at home was a challenge for me because not only did I love being outside , I just couldn’t sit still longer than ten minutes to read a good book and understand what was being said and actually process the information – down the road that would be my downfall.
Then in third grade when we are first introduce to the End of Grade testing , I was terrified. I knew there would be a reading/english section on that EOG and I dreaded it. I remember going home everyday during the third grade trying to find something , anything to read so I could pass that test. When looking for something to read I came across the book that I read back in preschool, when looking at that book I caught myself thinking back to the times where I enjoyed to read even if it was easy , I thought back on how much that helped me understand certain things. So I went on a search to find more books like the one I read not so long before the third grade , of course when looking I didn’t look for the easy read or a short book. I was on the lookout for books that caught my eye. While on the lookout for a good book i in the library this teacher Mrs.Pese came up to me and asked what I was doing and why haven’t I gotten a book yet. I was confused because in my mind I thought I’ve only been in there for about five minutes but in actuality I was in there for almost an hour. I told Mrs. Pese what I was doing and why I was doing it and she offered to show me some of the books that she loved to read when she was about my age at the time. After showing me the books she once read I went home started to read. As I was reading I realized I had the same feeling for reading as I did back in preschool. Then the day came to take the EOG and I was confident, maybe a little to much but I thought I prepared enough for this day and I could pass this test with ease- and I did when the results came back during the summer it showed that I had passed. All that hard work paid off , and I thought well I worked this hard and I passed with a high score that I was good and that I didn’t need to further my reading anymore.
I was wrong because on the first day of Fourth grade we had to read a paper and write a little bit about it. The teacher I had was Mrs.Pese and since I was comfortable with her asked her why are we doing this and what is the purpose. In response to that she told me that I would be reading and writing papers for the rest of my life. During that year I grew a personal connection with mrs.pese because she helped me with my writing as well as my reading. I had Mrs.pese as a teacher all the way up till the sixth grade. Throughout those year she helped me bring the spark back into my life with reading.
Seventh grade I thought was going to be a blast with new people , new teachers ,and different harder books. My teacher was Mrs.Lo she had a great personality but her teaching personality was not so hot. She made us write , write and write. Doing the same thing over and over again made hate it and made me lose interest in it once again. One day close to the end of the school year she gave a project to do where we were free to choose our own books to read and after we got done reading them we had to write a paper on it. The book I chose was The Runaway Twin , that was the only book I found interest in during that entire year. After three weeks when we finished the book , wrote the paper on it and turned it in , I felt as if i did well on the paper and would receive a good grade. Later that week we got our paper back and on my paper she wrote “ you mise well never write again and rethink everything wrote.” When I read this I wanted to cry because I put so much work into that paper and it coming for a teacher that should be helping me become a better writer hurt a lot and I took what she said to heart and ever since then I never found interest in reading or writing.
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