For EDUC 513, after contemplating our own literacy background, we were asked to describe our growth in an autobiography…
In my family you have to read.
Books in literally every room.
Books for birthdays, Christmas, road trips.
If only Amazon.com had been around back then.
Public library on Saturday mornings.
Flipping through to find my favorite pictures.
Listening jealously as my big sister reads aloud in the next room.
Pulling out piles of books for my parents to read…just to put off bedtime
By the end of Kindergarten, Hooked on Phonics had worked for me.
I think…or maybe not.
I never knew if I was behind in reading.
Where are you supposed to be at this age?
Reading means quality time.
The BFG with Dad…Matilda with Mom.
Ms. Butler’s book baskets…way too easy.
But she was nice and pretty so I didn’t say anything.
Reading to my little sister.
So proud to show off my skills.
I probably mixed up a few parts.
But she was 2…she didn’t notice.
BOOK-IT and pizza parties.
Who needs to be bribed to read?
Ms. Wells first introduced us to chapter books.
We thought we were so grown up.
Middle School Battle of the Books and Writing Workshop
So much for “reading for fun”
Reading for EOG’s and then SAT’s.
For some reason these articles aren’t quite as enticing as Harry Potter.
Parents still pushing my literacy…even in high school
Vocabulary shower curtains and “Read the book before you see the movie.”
Hawthorne and Homer…AP English was definitely my thing.
AP Calculus…not so much.
Now at UNC, teaching 2nd graders about literacy.
An English minor…familiar with Poe and Hemingway.
Textbooks and articles to expand my knowledge.
I wish I had more time to read what I want…maybe when I graduate.