After much thought and time I finally thought about a time in my life in which I had a positive literacy experience, because I haven’t had too many in my educational past. My last literary sketch brought me all the way to high school while this sketch focuses on my very first year in school. I remember the day when it was reading time in Kindergarten and we were paired with our second grade buddy and we went out into the hallway and I finally learned how to read a book without any help from anybody. I remember my Kindergarten teacher Ms. Crayon so excited for me and I felt like I could do anything and read everything. When i got home from school that day I couldn’t wait to show my mom that I can read now off boxes and the newspaper. This literary moment stuck with me because if I never learned to read then where would I be today. Struggling through life trying to communicate but never able to make that connection.
My most memorable and impactful literacy moment in my life was writing my first essay in english in High School as a Freshmen. I remember the assignment clearly, we had to write about ourselves and what an English means to us. Thinking to myself I think this is a great prompt to write about until i received my grade of barely passing. It changed everything I thought about my writing capability and skill. Since this is my first real essay I did not actually wait until the night before to right it, I pre wrote it, edited it, and even handwritten it before I typed it. I did all this to get the best grade possible. Mr. Schwab my first english teacher in High School. Sylvia, one of my friends who I met the first day of school and stayed friends until graduation and still are today who did her essay right before class and still got a better grade than me. And lastly my mother who told me to not care of what other people think of your writing. And lastly it changed my view on writing, education, and most importantly no matter how hard you try sometimes you will never succeed.
Coming into Sophomore year I was coming off a great Freshman year, I had an awesome time making new friends from the other towns and my grades couldn’t have been better. I was nervous for the new academic year especially for english because my high school has just hired a new teacher and I would be having her and prior to that my freshmen year teacher was very difficult and I always struggled in that class. It was also his first year there at Passaic Valley High School and his first year being a teacher. Prior to becoming a teacher he was a news reporter for a regional news network. It was very difficult to learn from him because we were freshmen trying to learn the basics of high school writing and he is expecting newsworthy writing and it just never worked for the students. The highest grade I received on an essay for him was probably a low “B”. I consistently struggled in that class no matter how hard I tried. It seemed no matter what I did in the class whether it was participating or asking questions it never seemed to help and he would get disgruntled when being asked something. Also him being a new teacher and us being new students we were both trying to figure out this whole high school thing together. On the other hand I have Ms. Ellis who has also never taught either and the only thing I can assume is that Sophomore year will be a continuation of Freshman year. Another year of struggling with essays, receiving no feedback, and zero help from the teacher. When I walked into class that first day I felt something. I knew something about this year was going to be different. I knew it was going to happen i just didn’t know when