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I don't know how to describe this, but suddenly one day my brain connected the dots and gained consciousness, and I suddenly began to understand most things I was being taught, including English. -
I remember first being taught the letters of the alphabet, where I was probably very confused on what they were trying to do but I still followed along -
I began reading my first few books which were very simplistic and image based, such as the dog man series, that one book about that worm, and more. Back then, I didn't fully understand the purpose of reading and therefore I only read the same book over and over again, but over the years I began to read a wider variety of books (albiet not really by choice 👀). -
I started writing around the end of kindergarden, albeit with horrendous hand writing and terrifying grammar, but everybody has to start somewhere, I guess. -
-attention of the librarian, who kindly assisted me in finding another, less complex book, which I happened to enjoy a lot more reading, and I managed to finish my assignment on time. I still reflect on why I didn't just ask the teacher for help in the first place instead of breaking down every class, but I was a dumboooo back then, so whateveerrrrr. -
Around 5th grade, I remember my library class (?) assigning us a project in which we were required to pick and read a book, and afterwards answer a couple questions around that said book, which were all to be done in the generous time span of a few weeks. I remember picking a book that was definitely out of my reading comprehension range, so on most days where I wasn't struggling to read the first few pages, I was unfortunately doing nothing in class. This eventually caught the-
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In 7th grade, I remember taking a creative writing class, which I really enjoyed since it allowed me to channel some cool and awesome stories I had resting in my head, and it of course assisted me in building my writing skills. Although I would probably explode from cringing at my old writings, I honestly saw this class as my favorite of all my classes by then (besides art). -
Around the end of 8th grade, I remember some of my teachers beginning to assign and teach us how to write essays. Although these essays were HEAVILY restricted with their specific formatting, they did help create the backbone of my scary essay writing career in school. -
In 9th grade, I started getting assigned more books to read and more essays to write. One of the first few books I read was Fahrenheit 451, which, although I struggled quite a bit trying to read and understand it, I actually enjoyed reading it once I began to understand what was going on (after a few YouTube summary videos). Due to my English teacher's INSANELY strict and harsh grading on our essays, I learned a decent amount about how to write my essays and how to improve, which assisted a lot. -
In 10th grade, I once again got assigned several essays and books to read and write. However, this year I was assigned many papers to read, which was paramount in building my reading comprehension.