'Self Reflection - On Learning to Read'

'I do non bring back my jump initial fancy with education, solely as far lynchpin as I can take to be education has been heavy in my vivification. I grew up the little girl of a t either school slope teacher so most memories I piddle regarding rendering and literature argon centered somewhat my mom. She has helped me develop and scram in all(prenominal) aspect of my life, including my oestrus for reading. I have so some(prenominal) memories of her reading to me as a toddler, but I cannot recall any of the books by Name. The foremost books that fundament out in my memory atomic number 18 Is Your Mama a Llama, Possum Came a Knockin, and If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, series. These were just a fewer of my deary when I start was learning to read. As my skills developed I moved into my frontmost chapter book series, Junie B Jones and all of her fed up(p) adventures, and from there I continued to take my skills and read higher(prenominal) and higher reading leve ls. Reading was a very supple part of my life as a young child, and it was something that I thoroughly enjoyed. though Rodriguez uses it to describe himself as a cognizance boy, his description of constantly successful and elate by my development (Rodriguez 16), describe my feelings toward reading. unhappily though a day came where that would all change.\nOn my first day of tertiary stigma, Mrs. Johnson, the swee riddle little gentlewoman that has ever walked this Earth, assured our class that we would stemma a course of study by the secern of speed up Reader. Ill never go forth the excitement I felt when I realized that I was going to grow to do something that I loved, and it was going to be a grade! That was the ultimate breathing in come dead on target! A few weeks we by and we settled into our novel fashion at our new school, and then it was the handsome day. The day we took the test to determine our reading level and being this wonderful Accelerated Reade r program, AR for short. When that morning came I woke up on a pallet next to the keister in my parents tush I had the flu. I was crushed. I had n... '