The Story of Me

     Hey readers! Pariss Moore here, I'm 22 years old and a sophomore at this university. Im a biology major and I took this class to satisfy my graduation requirements. I love to travel, be around those I love, and to dream big about my future. Im not fond of writing it wouldn't be something I just get in the mood to do but when I do compose a writing piece I like to think of it as at least a little bit decent lol. I believe the punctual and creative parts of me like to come out. 

 

    As a baby my first words were "dada", I've always thought of myself as a daddy's little girl so that being the first thing to come out wasn't a surprise. As some years went by my literacy started to become more imminent. My parents wanted to make sure I knew what words even were so they purchased learning videos for babies where they would sound out words for me and make it entertaining for the young mind. Generally I would say these positively affected my reading however, once middle school hit and everything was understood about reading and writing I began to struggle. My reading was not up to par with my other classmates. I was slow with my words my sentences, they didn't flow as they should, and I would lose the sentence I was on as I read left to right. My teachers noticed this which led to a conference with my parents. Further actions were taken to the point where I was put in a program that could help me improve my reading. This program allowed me to work with my parents at home to read out loud to them and when they noticed I struggled they were right there to make sure I could complete those sentences that were difficult. Slowly but surely my reading fluency increased. At my age of 22 I can confidently say that I am happy with my reading skills. It flows at a rate that it should it doesn't sound choppy or sloppy although I do get anxiety now when it comes to reading to loud or presenting due to this occurrence of my past. I guess one can say it's ptsd of when my reading wasn't its finest, I get worried that when I read out loud to others they will think it's not up to par like how it was in middle school.

    Middle school was an eye opener for everyone around me. Not only was reading a struggle for me writing was too. I didn't have the neatest hand writing among others. So once again I took another class to help fix that. Sadly to say that didn't improve, I don't blame the instructors I believe its just the way my hands flow with the pen. I got the gene from my father his isn't the best either. To this day i'm still not good at writing cursive so I just stick to print which is a little chicken scratched as well. 

    From all of this corrective behavior from my parents I do appreciate them for trying. It showed that they care and want the best for me. Sometimes when I struggled the most on a word or sentence when reading or writing I definitely became discouraged. I would want to give up, tear up, and get frustrated and my parents would be right there to say "no don't get made" or " come on keep going". They were my numbers one supporters and that's what Im grateful for.