Linnea Skoog
Writ 101
Literacy Paper
Final
9-12-14
All through life
I've been taught how to read, write and properly pronounce words.
Whether by my parents, siblings or even billboards, I was being
educated. Not just in a minuscule way, but in a way that would really
benefit my life. Reading and writing are such great skills to have.
They not only allow you to leisurely engage in hobbies (such as
reading and writing) but they also allow you to get somewhere in this
world. People everywhere struggle everyday because they don't know
how to read or write. They weren't given the opportunity to read or
write, or their parents didn't engage in their future and teach them
the alphabet or how to count. From there they just never grasped the
concept and they lost interest in it. However, that was not my case.
Here is my story.
Growing up my
parents were always keen on us children having a good education.
They'd put in extra time to make sure we knew and understood what we
were learning. For obvious reasons, they were huge contributors to my
literacy. They were the ones that taught me to read and write. They
would practice the alphabet with me, and patiently correct me until I
finally sang those twenty six letters with ease. They taught me my
numbers. Again, patiently counting and correcting me until I
understood that eight comes after seven, and ten before eleven. My
family travels a lot. On every trip we would always have music and
books on take. Those expanded my literacy by far. As a young child,
if certain lyrics stuck in my head, like all children, I would repeat
them, then eventually ask their meaning. Same goes with lines form a
book on tape. Not only was I physically on a journey, but my mind was
on a journey picking up new words as the readers voice drew me into a
mystical world. Not only were my parents literary sponsors, but my
brothers, too. Every conversation, no matter how small, they would
always help me construct sentences that made sense, gradually
correcting my grammar and splitting up my run on sentences.
Unfortunately for me, they still find the need to correct me, when
often, they have no idea what they are talking about. My baby sitter
was even a literary sponsor. Spending five days a week and almost
twelve hours a day, I was sure to gain something that would
contribute to my future from her. Everyday, she would set up a “mock”
classroom. We would do a little lesson, whether it was learning how
to spell or how the sun makes plants grow. She was always intent on
communication, also. We couldn't just whine and cry until she figured
out what it was we wanted, we had to take the tools we were learning
(the words we were learning and the basic sentence structure we knew)
and tell her what it was we needed. Not only that, we were very lucky
to have her read several books to us several times a day. She would
read to us books such as If You Give a Pig a Pancake and
an array of Dr. Seuss books. Always yearning for more of an
understanding as to “why giving a pig a pancake is such a bad idea”
or “is the Lorax really someone who will come after you if you cut
down a tree? What about Christmas trees?”, we'd always plead with
her “just one more time, please!”
Like all small
children, I liked to do what those around me were doing. From the
words they said, to the things they said. Picking up a pencil, or any
writing utensil in reach, and anything I could write on, just to be
like an adult. Grown ups made writing look so effortless. Too often,
though, I would get caught writing on/in important books or
documents, after being caught I'd pleadingly say, “daddy did it,
why can't I?” Just like with writing, reading was much of a
mimicked learning. Seeing people occupy their time with reading
always seemed “so fun.” So why not try it myself. Typically not
knowing what the words actually said or meant, and almost always
holding the book upside down, I'd try as hard as possible to look as
interested as possible in what I was reading as the person next to me
was in their reading. Eventually, I came to the realization that The
Cat and the Hat and Junie B. Jones were far more
interesting than whatever anybody else was reading.
Reading in grade
school was so fun. Looking back now, it's because it was a reward
system. I'd have to say, though, a lot of the books I read were also
my literacy sponsors. From those little three word per page books to
chapter books. The change was gradual, but speedy. I just couldn't
stop reading. I was one of those kids in school who would get in
trouble for reading during class. Being in school taught me how to
“properly” read and write. From dotting my 'i's and crossing my
't's, to not using 'I' in a paper. School established that when
reading, at a period you pause, a semicolon introduces a new
thought/idea, and that instead of using “and” to separate words
(when listing them) you can use a comma. School was also the place I
realized “I will not like everything I read.” Those usually, if I
was not interested in a book after the third chapter, I often
abandoned it. School really reinforced this action. School often
serves material that not everyone likes. It was so hard to remain
engaged. Usually it was a struggle to finish the assignment because
such a lack of interest. Saying this, there were also
“misappropriations” to my learning at school. From teachers who
only focused on certain students, to teachers who didn't focus on
their students at all. Though these may have hindered my learning,
there were still the teachers that cared and helped us succeed. In
high school, I had two types of teachers: the ones that tell you to
express yourself in your writing and the ones who tell you to not
show any glimpse of yourself at all. It was challenging to go from
one class to the other. The teachers who would tell me to express
myself through my writing were really empowering. They were the ones
who really helped to expand my knowledge and literacy. They were the
ones who would tell me to be involved in things that interest me.
They were the ones who would make you want to continue learning. One
of them even told me, “never apologize for your writing.” That
has stuck with me and every time I write anything. That teacher spent
his years investing in us a sense of individuality on such a scale,
that we became confident in the words we wrote and the knowledge we
consumed. He changed the way I read, too. He was the one who gave me
the idea to never stick with a book that doesn't hook me after the
third chapter. He also encouraged heavy note taking on readings. He
wanted us to be changed by the written word and to question. He
wanted us to question what the author could have been going through,
who the intended audience was, if the author was alluding/
foreshadowing something. He always encouraged to use any and all
resources possible. He wanted us to think about the ethos, pathos,
locos of all the prompts. We were told to identify as many
rhetorical/literary devices as possible. This teacher made us realize
that reading and writing are essential and that we will be doing it
the rest of our lives. He also showed us that it's not all bad.
Usually, when faced
with the task of writing, I put it off until I know I shouldn't
anymore (such as the night before it's due). I ponder the topic for a
while and think about how I'm going to start off. Usually, I run a
few ideas for a thesis statement through my head, then think about
how the body would be constructed from that. After I think I've got
it all figured out, I construct an outline. When putting my thoughts
into writing is complete and my outline is all “fixed-up,” I
usually try to start my paper. When writing and reading, I can't have
any distractions. It's so much easier to get done and focus when
there's hardly any noise or anyone to talk to. Though, when the
subject is really interesting, there are never any
distractions. Not only is writing such a task, I usually despise
editing/ proofreading my work. Usually, because I end up not liking
it and before I know it, half my paper is gone and I have to think of
a whole new line of expressing my views/thoughts.
Writing is usually
somewhat of a task for me. As I've began to keep a journal, some
writing assignments don't seem as daunting. When finding out that a
four to five page paper is due, I end up fretting about it. It's
usually after I've written about seven pages in my journal that I
realize I can just as easily write about my literary history.
Research papers are a whole different flavor of tea, though. Even
so, some things I will passionately write about all day, others not
so much. Admiration for writing is growing on me. I am grateful to be
able accomplish/know such skills as to read and write. Though we
think it's such a common skill to have, there are so many people out
there who are so lost and struggling because they don't know how to
read and write.