In primary and secondary school, there were many different kinds of reading and writing that the teachers and curriculum required of me. I don’t remember too much of elementary school. I do, however, remember a few of the books that we read. One of these was The Bronze Bow, which I think is a pretty standard book for elementary school. I know my brother, Nicholas, a sixth grader, just finished it. He hated it. That’s not the point, though his descriptions and dislike of it did make me laugh. He’s a funny kid. Book reports were a huge part of elementary school. I did multiple book reports, piles and piles of the things. There was a tiny, two walled library outside of the cafeteria/auditorium/not-really-a-gymnasium-but-hey-it’ll-work. It had at least twenty Boxcar Children books, the entire Nancy Drew collection, and I even think they had the Pony Club. But was that enough for me? No. I had to bring in my Harry Potter book, present it to the teacher, and ask her if I could do the report on it. I was in the third grade and had no idea that small Christian schools tended to think them horrendous. The principal sent a letter to my mom. Regardless to say, shortly thereafter those books were decorating the garbage can.
The book reports and reading in elementary school was a good cornerstone for the rest of my schooling career, and, I believe, continues to help in my personal enjoyment of reading. Those book reports allowed me to explore reading and discover stories and adventures, things that continue to inspire me even now. In secondary school, I learned how to do research reports and, of course, how much they were to be loathed. No matter how much I hated it, though, the foundation is sound. I can spit out a paper in an hour flat, on a good day. In my eleventh grade English class, I learned to analyze what I read, thanks to Mr. Morrill. He was the first to have us read on our own and return to class for a group discussion. To this day, the Scarlet Letter, The Catcher in the Rye and several other stories are in my head. I remember those discussions and, as much as I thought he was stretching things a little too far—I mean, could the author really have put in all of that symbolism? Really? On purpose?—they helped me to analyze things for myself. Two years of my high school career were spent in Christian schools. Let me tell you, if you’re hoping to get some credit for Bible class when you transfer to a public school, you’re in for a disappointment, but there are some skills to be gained from it. The memorization helped me with long and short term memory skills. The teacher often held class discussions where the students’ input was both valued and appreciated. The analyzing and comprehension required to participate in class really helped with my focus and reading abilities. Best of all, you learn to think. Do I agree with what the teacher is saying? Do I take a different meaning from that verse? Is he way off? Is he right on the money? Can I learn something from this? What does this have to do with my life? Can I be a better person from this? These are all skills that good readers employ, and I learned a lot of them in Bible class.
The rules and regulations of writing were instilled at an early age. Do not use conjunctions. Do not use personal pronouns. Use the correct sentence structure. Do not use fragments. These are all very good rules to follow when writing a strict, collegiate paper. I think that this particular class allows for a stretch in style and language use, which allows much more creativity in assignments. However, when I’m sitting in American Prose or British Romanticism, would I ever even consider breaking any of those rules? Never, not in a million years. These rules have really kept me alive academically. I don’t think I could have survived school without them.
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