My fondest memory of literacy stems from my junior year combined history and English class, titled American History. The class was a double period, co-taught by a history and English teacher. Our texts each focused on historical events, while incorporating both fiction and non-fiction. As a student, English was never my strong suite, but I absolutely adored history. History class to me was a matured version story time, and I believed that taking a class that combined the two would allow me to improve my writing skills. My English teacher was not a completely sane woman. Among other traits, she was utterly obsessed with finding glimmers of symbolism throughout texts. She never strayed from hiding what she wanted us to find in every chapter, whether through music, colors, animals or simple sentence structure. Reading became less of a class chore, and more of a way to beautify pages finding the different themes throughout.<\/p>\n
I found immediate joy in turning the loose-leaf in class to find multitudes of colored notations and symbols I had coded. The books I read for this class quickly became torn and shredded, a demonstration of the time and love I had dedicated. The methods I learned from my teacher have crucially stuck with me throughout a variety of education quests. Coding and note taking has become one of my favorite forms of literacy. Today, my computer rarely leaves my bedside desk as I venture to class with my planner, notebook and pencils, attempting to recreate beauty on the notes I take for class.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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