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When I was younger my mother always used to read to me. She said that she did this to entertain my sisters and I but it sparked my curiosity about books. I loved it when she read to me so much that she would take away reading to me whenever I was being bad. I would cry my eyes out when she said she wouldn't read to me because I love it when she did.
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In 2005 was the year I remember that I really started to learn to read. I was in the 2nd grade and I had gone from reading manly picture books to read light novels. This helped me to learn fast than my fellow classmates because I was reading well above my supposed reading level. I don't remember all the books I read but I do remember picking up Percy Jackson and reading it that year. -
Growing up I was always bigger than my fellow classmates and I also had bigger hands and handwriting to match. My teacher came up to me one day and whispered in my ear when I was writing one day that I would not be able to pass the 5th grade if I didn't write smaller. When I went home that day I was in tears and I told my mom about what my teacher said and my mom went to the school and yelled at my teacher for telling me I would pass the 5th grade for having big handwriting. -
I remember after my mom yelled at my teacher she didn't really like me anymore.
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In the 6th grade, my teacher told my class we were going to write a research paper. By no means was this paper college-ready but it was a research paper nonetheless. It was about our personal reading book and it was supposed to help teach us how to write research papers. It was very difficult at first because I'd never written a research paper before, but I eventually finished my paper. After I finished my paper the only thing I could think about was how dumb school is. -
My freshman year I had a wonderful teacher who sat down with us and helped me when I was writing papers and told me what I did wrong and how to improve. My sophomore year I got a horrible teacher. My teacher told my class that she would have a two-week-long lecturing about commas and how to use them and she told us that she then would have a test over the commas that was going to be a minimum of 50 questions long. -
After two weeks of her class I switched out and got into the class with the same wonderful teacher from my freshman year. I learned far more with my wonderful teacher than I would in that stress fest of a class with my crazy teacher.
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2020 was the year I graduated highschool and started college. The very first time I had to write a paper for college ever bit of experience I had from highschool flew out of my brain and into the trash. I had no idea on how to write a paper and I nearly bombed my first paper. I managed to get a really good teacher my sophomore year that has helped me a lot in my writing for college.
