Bookmarks and Broken Hearts

                      As a child, I dont remember actually learning how to read. It was just one of those things that I knew how to do as I grew up. I know that there was a time were I learned how to put letters together and know what they made, I just do not remember that far back.  On the other hand, I do remember children books with my mom. She would read a sentence and then I would read the next. Soon after that, I was able to read all the books by myself without any help from my mother. That was the way I learned how to read.

                 As a small child, I always tried to read. I would read billboards on the way to kindergarten and then I would tell my mom what they said.  When my mom would read the newspaper, I would try and read it with her. My mother was the person that helped me read and I am very thankful for her. As I aged, my mom introduced me to the Junie B. Jones series. It was a book series about a girl in second grade who did wacky things. I was addicted to the book series and I thought it was very interesting. The only reason I thought it was good is because I was very young at the time. Now I see that the book series is so basic that I could have written them. My reading skills kept growing and growing as I began to age.
                  As I grew up, I still tried to increase my reading ability. In third grade, we were introduced to a reading program called Accelerated Reading. This program invovled reading books and then taking a quiz on them to earn points. This helped me read more types of books.  While in school, my reading level was always much higher than the other students in my class. I would read seventh grade level books while I was still in fifth grade. Although my vocabulary was not very big, I still tried to figure out what certain words meant. I thought of myself as a very good reader at my age and that made me feel proud.

               Now I as I approach the old age of 16, I read a lot these days.Although,  I usually dont get to read what I want, such as novels and short stories, I still get to read history books and math books for homework. I know it is not the most interesting thing to read about, but I am very thankful for knowing how to read and being able to read anything I want. Reading is a very important skill to being succesful, so I am beyond glad. I have read many books in my life and plan to read many more in my life. I hope I grow old reading. I am so glad I learned how to read and that I get to read everyday in my life. Reading is very important to my life.

I Am...

I am a normal high school student.
I wonder what I will do after highschool.
I heat the sounds of success.
I see my parents smiling at graduation.
I am a normal high school student.

I pretend that I dont care about my future.
I feel myself getting older and older.
I touch my backpack as I go to school.
I worry about my family.
I am a normal high school student.

I understand that hard works pays off.
I say Im ready for the future.
I dream about making a lot of money.
I hope I am successful.
I am a normal high school student.

The Legend of Esteban Julio Ricardo Rodriguez Montoya

       Is keeeping a dead body in your house weird? To many people , hacing a dead body in your house in insane. But to the people in the village in "The Story of the Most Handsomest Drowned Man" it was normal. In the story, the people in the village find a dead body and they take care of him like he is one of their own. The people started caring for the man so much that they stopped focusing on theirselves.  They cleaned cared for the body day and night, ignoring their own needs to help the man. They even thought of a name for the dead man. I think that the people in the village should have stopped worrying about someone else and their past and start focusing on their future.
        I did not see why the people in the village thought so highly of the dead man. I did not know if he was just a regular man or if he had supernatural qualities. I think the people in the village felt bad for the man because he was so big. They probably thought the man had a tough life so they thought that caring for him made him hapy in his afterlife, but that is my opinion. The man being brought to the village also inspired the people to do tasks that the man would do around the village. So they basically started doing things that they thought were impossinble. Even though the villagers were inspired by the man, I still think the villagers should have not spent so much time with the dead man, and they should have worried about their own lives.