Working Draft 1 (PROCESS) 8/30/2013
It all started in kindergarten my excitement for reading and writing. I remember my excitement for literacy like it was yesterday. Being able to say my A, B, C’’s, count to 10, and scribble letters to show that I knew how to write my name. I took much pride with being able to do all these things. My family gave me so much praised and I always had the biggest grin on my face when they congratulated me.
Watching people write in cursive fascinated me; this style seem so creative and unique and I was ready to pursue this talent that everyone around me could do so well. In first grade I was handed traceable letters in cursive form. My ego got so big and I just knew I was a pro with my new style of font by hand. Unfortunately I did not get any better until high school.
It seemed like my reading abilities came to me very fast. I was on a fifth grade reading level when I started the third grade. I would always pick up chapter books and just begin to read. I assumed I just had great pronunciation because I know I did not have good knowledge of what every word meant back then. I don’t know what happened, but it seemed like my drive for reading and writing went downhill when I reached the sixth grade.
Till this day I don’t know what happened with my drive for reading and writing. Maybe it was a teacher or my family stopped congratulating me when I became older. In sixth grade I always did my work but I started becoming lazy with it. This is a sad habit that I continued to purse in middle school. I always got good grades and was a great child in the classroom. Just behind close doors I was lazy with everything and then I started despising reading and writing.
Watching people write in cursive fascinated me; this style seem so creative and unique and I was ready to pursue this talent that everyone around me could do so well. In first grade I was handed traceable letters in cursive form. My ego got so big and I just knew I was a pro with my new style of font by hand. Unfortunately I did not get any better until high school.
It seemed like my reading abilities came to me very fast. I was on a fifth grade reading level when I started the third grade. I would always pick up chapter books and just begin to read. I assumed I just had great pronunciation because I know I did not have good knowledge of what every word meant back then. I don’t know what happened, but it seemed like my drive for reading and writing went downhill when I reached the sixth grade.
Till this day I don’t know what happened with my drive for reading and writing. Maybe it was a teacher or my family stopped congratulating me when I became older. In sixth grade I always did my work but I started becoming lazy with it. This is a sad habit that I continued to purse in middle school. I always got good grades and was a great child in the classroom. Just behind close doors I was lazy with everything and then I started despising reading and writing.