My Literacy Experience
I don't have a long, descriptive story of how I learned to read and write and how I loved it along the way. There are only a few memorable events that shaped my literacy experience. After that, reading and writing helped to shape my life. How did I come to love reading? For me, it just seemed like common sense. How could someone not love reading? I thought. I would open a book and see worlds created by the words in them. The only thing that could be more amazing than that was –and still is– the fact that at one point, someone sat down, put these words together, and created these worlds. Cue twelve-year-old mind being blown.
In second grade, I became a part of a special reading group, with only a select few kids from my class. One …show more content…
We had a writer’s workshop that we went to every day after lunch, where we mostly wrote some kind of a short story. I really wish I kept something from elementary school, because the things I wrote then were great compared to what I wrote in freshman year. If I wasn’t writing a fake and highly-criticized account of a Fourth of July party, I was writing about super dogs jumping to …show more content…
Cars rush, clouds take all the time they [want]. There's an owl hooting, deep whispers of the wind, and it chills me. Everywhere you look there are trees quivering, waiting for something. The shadows exaggerate the size of everything they follow. Birds mind their own business. The mountains in the distance provide a barrier for the outside. The sun shines bright in the morning, yet unable to stop the geese on my skin. A flag flutters. Grass is turning green, slower than the clouds. The ground is damp with mud in it."
I just wanted to get the words down. I wrote down my train of thought in that moment, even if I changed the subject completely. Also, reading my old notebooks provides some insight as to who I was as a person then, and how my writing reflects on who I am today, although I haven’t changed much. I had such high hopes for myself.
My attempts at poetry haven't worked out as well as I thought. In freshman year, I honestly believe that the drawings that went with my poems were better than the poems themselves. But there were a couple exceptions.
"The hat flies away,
It thinks that it is a
In second grade, I became a part of a special reading group, with only a select few kids from my class. One …show more content…
We had a writer’s workshop that we went to every day after lunch, where we mostly wrote some kind of a short story. I really wish I kept something from elementary school, because the things I wrote then were great compared to what I wrote in freshman year. If I wasn’t writing a fake and highly-criticized account of a Fourth of July party, I was writing about super dogs jumping to …show more content…
Cars rush, clouds take all the time they [want]. There's an owl hooting, deep whispers of the wind, and it chills me. Everywhere you look there are trees quivering, waiting for something. The shadows exaggerate the size of everything they follow. Birds mind their own business. The mountains in the distance provide a barrier for the outside. The sun shines bright in the morning, yet unable to stop the geese on my skin. A flag flutters. Grass is turning green, slower than the clouds. The ground is damp with mud in it."
I just wanted to get the words down. I wrote down my train of thought in that moment, even if I changed the subject completely. Also, reading my old notebooks provides some insight as to who I was as a person then, and how my writing reflects on who I am today, although I haven’t changed much. I had such high hopes for myself.
My attempts at poetry haven't worked out as well as I thought. In freshman year, I honestly believe that the drawings that went with my poems were better than the poems themselves. But there were a couple exceptions.
"The hat flies away,
It thinks that it is a