I like to read a lot. I’m an 8 as a reader in eighth grade. I could read since I was in kindergarten, so I thought I was more superior than the rest of my class, which made me want to read more often. In third grade my teacher started reading a book aloud to my small, obnoxious , excited class. “Today we’re starting a new book called Snot Stew.” The class scribbled colors on a sheet the teacher gave us while she reads, I worked on my late math, passionately wishing for a coloring sheet. I enjoy the book so much I get off task on my math. This memory made me more interested in books because I didn’t know then that such books with that amount of creativity existed.
Fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. TRaurig comes into the classroom with a large, peculiar, full body costume of The Cat in the Hat. The fumes of food swam through the room. “Quiet down, students!” she yells as we all silently take our seats on the circular carpet. She reads Green Eggs and Ham by, …show more content…
“Go listen to an audio tape in the back and finish.” I shuffle to the back of the classroom and blissfully choose my story’s audio tape. It’s an old tape player that I use. I adjust the enormous, heavy, awkward headphones on my miniature kindergarten head. Turning the volume to the max, the narrator’s voice screeched through my ears. I jolt my hands to turn the volume back down in total shock, then glance around the room to see if anyone had noticed. I listen to Froggy goes to School, but I also have to write my report. I hate writing the report because I have to draw a picture of my favorite part, then do a summary of the book. I’ve never liked writing, even to this day I don’t like writing as much. The teacher would always make me stay late in class to finish my reports