Autobiographical Blog

The first thing I can remember about my childhood is that I did attend pre-school before going into kindergarten. So I am aware that I had a good sense of communication, knew my alphabet, and was aware of my first and last name and probably my address. I do not remember most of my elementary years as far as literacy goes. From kindergarten through 5th grade I attended a Catholic private school. We weren’t asked to read a lot of books or even short stories; we just had the usual spelling quizzes. It wasn’t until I had entered into the public school system that I was given actual novels to read. My vocabulary and grammar were always excellent, yet I did not like to read. I found it boring and could not find a book that would get my attention. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in high school that I actually read a novel I loved. Part of this might have been because the teacher was allowing us to pick a book on our own as long as it was approved by her. I picked Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson, and I fell in love. Every year after that I continued to find books that captivated me. My reading improved so much, as well as my vocabulary and grammar, that in my junior year of high school I was awarded a small scholarship for having such a high score in reading comprehension on STAR testing. Ever since then I have wanted to be an English teacher and have wanted to share my passion for reading.