Literacy always starts about the same. In stages, first you learn your ABCs and then on to small words and it just accumulates from there until you know how to read and comprehend a small book and a larger book and so on. During your time in elementary school you learn a little more in each grade. But it all comes together and gives you a realization of whether literacy is on your list of interest or not. In my literacy journey I came to the realization that I pretty much enjoyed literacy looking back on the past. As an infant my grandmother watched me while my mother worked. She said it was important for me to be read to as it would help stimulate my brain for when I got older and needed to actually learn my alphabet and to read. That theory
Taking days upon a time on each step. I remember we had to write a personal narrative to complete. Of course we started with planning in this step you chose your subject and kind of draw out a master plan. I decided to choose my grandad during that time I spent a lot of time at his house, so he was perfect muse for this occasion. We followed the writing process very strictly and each step my personal narrative got a little better. I was starting to get the hang of things and it seemed to me I was pretty good at it. After days of hard work we turned in the final draft to our teacher, who would read over it and make the decision of the grade we would receive. When my teacher gave all of my classmates and I our final drafts back I scored a 95 A. This made me excited, after that point writing became my second favorite subject behind
Seems like my literacy experiences come in spurts. I had an AP English class in 10th grade at Christian County High. The first semester of the class was rough for me because it was more on the lines of reading. I was never a reader, couldn’t find enjoyment of sitting and reading a book page to page for leisure. It really started to make me second guess my interest in writing, also the teacher wasn’t my favorite. Suddenly during the second semester of class something changed. I could never quite put my finger on it, but it triggered the return of my enjoyment in writing. Maybe it was the fact that my teacher actually turned into my favorite. Consequently, I was more willing to learn and really grasp the concept of how to write a good paper on an intelligent level. This was rewarding as I started to receive higher grades on my essays and my teacher, Bianca Crockam, encouraged me that I was a really good at writing. And now I’m here in college writing an essay about my small love for writing, although it will never surpass that love I have for math, writing really has grown on me over the