For me, learning to read and write was long and felt like a drag to me; I took reading and writing for granted and never thought of the great advantages that every book had. It all started at home when I was five years old and my mom was teaching me how to write my name. In my head, I had trouble understanding on what I wrote but as far as I know that was my name. Finally the day came and it was time for me to go to school. I was scared; I did not know where I was, and I did not know a single word in English.
There was no way my mom would stick me in an English classroom. They moved me to a Spanish one; there I had a more clear idea of what I was learning. The teacher was a sweet, calm lady; she had patience with bad writing, to this day I have not figured out whether she understood it or not. Once I learned my ABC’s here came the small words of animals and things like for example “oso” which means bear in Spanish. Learning to read and write seamed so boring.
I had to sit down and do homework which required my attention, but I preferred to draw and play. Learning was torture; I would read very slowly, even when I tried to read those small picture books for small kids, I was useless by that time. In second grade I had a fair level of Spanish reading, but what was difficult for me was to learn English and it it took me two days to learn the ABC’s in English. I understood nothing of writing English. My teacher started giving me small lessons on it; I loathed English so much I wanted to give up.
In fourth grade, I started to write essays that took me forever, and I was so deeply embarrassed, because I would get my papers basically all in red of corrections. As time passed I hated books more and more, every time I would have to read I would get pissed or thought, “oh great… more reading. ” I needed to change. I am not very sure how the change occurred but I know it happened; it was about ninth grade and gave a few novels a chance, which I read in my spare time. I got so attached, my mind and imagination opened to
a whole new dimension, I was static. I do not know how I could have detested books all my life. They were like movies but even better because my imagination could extend and create even better recreations of the scenes. I did not know until then how much I had truly missed out in. since then on I would try to read as many novels or books I could possibly devour. Reading was nothing for me. I had to struggle past my emotions in order to learn. In the end I saw what I was missing out in, which was the pleasure of simply reading.
On this term, I have been more of an active reader and writer than I have been previously. I felt like I have strengthened the basics and feel more comfortable on approaching essays and reading material. One thing I did enjoy about the class was the group games; I had fun and got to meet other classmates while competing with the classroom. Though the summer term was difficult, I have managed to pull through all my classes. I hope to attend your class next term if possible and continue my skills as a writer.