As I got older, I remember being rewarded for reading. In the second grade, I remember reading as part of a Pizza Hut reading program where you would get a free personal pizza after you read so many books. You would have to fill out this form on what book you read and have your parent sign off on it, then the teacher tracks your progress on this big poster board in class. After so many books, you would get a coupon for a free pizza at Pizza Hut. I also remember getting coupons for a free meal at Sizzler. I remember reading, writing and drawing on these recycled brownish paper with big dotted lines on them for writing. Then there was blank space at the top of the paper for a drawing. In the 3rd grade, I remember the RIF (Reading is Fun) program where every year, you would go to the library and there were tables full of books and each student could pick a book to keep. It was always special for me to be able to get a free book. I also remember that my mom used to bring home Highlights magazine from her job. They were my FAVORITE! I remember doing crossword puzzles, hidden picture, mazes, coloring and comparing pictures to see what was missing. I remember up until middle school, ordering books from Scholastic. I used to save my money just to order books and bookmarkers in the Scholastic magazines. I know at one point, I was into detective solving mysteries and Encyclopedia Brown was my one of my favorite books to read. I also read and owned all the Babysitter's Club and Box Car Children books. I also remember every morning I would spend at least 30 minutes in bed reading--just because I wanted to challenge myself to read as much as I could. My first long novel I ever finished was Little House on the Prairie and it was over 200 pages long. I remember how proud I was of myself. I remember over the breaks, I would just find a book in the house and make it a point to finish reading it. Another book I remember reading was The Color Purple. It wasn't until my senior year in high school that I remember having to read Nicholas Nickleby over the Christmas Holiday break and I HATED it. It was about 500 pages. For some reason, that memory triggers my first real feelings of dreading to have to read. In high school, I remember reading ALL the time. I remember reading History Textbooks, and tons of novels and epic stories in my English class. I remember reading Shakespeare, Hamlet, The Odyssey, The Great Gatsby, Of Mice and Men, The Scarlet Letter--books that I feel any student in any high school across the nation would read. At that time, I felt they were "classics" and that EVERYONE who went through high school read these. There were books all 9th graders would read, then the same for 10th, 11th and 12th. It was a standard book list that we all read certain books in certain grades.
As for writing, I began to LOVE writing at an early age. I remember my FIRST diary. It was a birthday present from my sister. I think I was 6 or 7 years old. It had a lock on it. It was white with different color ballon0s all over it. It had a gold lock on it with a tiny key. It was a prized possession of mine. I felt that because it locked, I could write freely whatever I wanted and no one would ever be able to see it. I wrote religiously, EVERYDAY. I remember just a few years ago stumbling across some diaries from when I was young. No matter what kind of day I had, "It was a good day" and that was all I wrote, I wrote EVERYDAY. In 6th grade, I loved writing love poems. I used to make cards with poems on them. I don't know when all that stopped. I want to say I stopped writing when I got to college. Time, or lack of maybe. Or maybe I thought having a diary was silly. But years later, I began keeping a journal. I started journaling again consistently for awhile but it's stopped again. However, when I wrote, nothing could stop me. I used to tell stories so that you could recreate the experience whenever you read my journal entry. I used to write about my day, my feelings or just about anything that was on my mind. It was very therapeutic for me and I used it as a way to reflect and grow.
Today in my classroom, I see literacy as a huge struggle for my students. I know that the majority of my students don't like to read. I know because I asked them. They don't think it's important or they don't think it matters. I think that's a serious problem and it worries me. I want to teach my students how to be good, confident readers, but most of all, I want them to love to read. For this last unit for Trimester 1, I will be focusing on Literacy. I want to learn how to teach my kids how to read. I want to teach them how to pronounce words, how to understand what they are reading and that reading is FUN!