I wonder how often my parents hear those words from me when I was younger. It was a punishment to make me read a book. Don't get me wring I loved stories, my mum would come into my room and bedtime and read me the same Pokemon books every night until it was falling apart, it was my favorite book ever that I had bought at a book fair. But for her to read them to me and to read them myself were two very different things.
My hate for reading was horrid, I was one of the top readers in my class but never read. I was in a special class to be taught English, I remember I had this amazing teacher who taught me about the story book hamburger (beginning is the bun middle is the hamburger with all the extras and the end is another bun). I was in grade 4 when I had this class. The teacher had me read this one book, and I even read it to the princal! AND got a McDonalds lunch from my teacher for doing such a good job. I guess reading wasn't all that bad, hey I even got food if I did it well.
It wasn't until grade 5 that I really loved to read. We had this big competition in the school, the class who read the longest got a pizza party, and boy did I read like mad, I wanted a pizza! In the end we still lost but it wasn't about winning, I had gained something else from that competition. I loved to read. I haven't stopped since. I really should thank the prinical from back then for doing that.
But when did I decided I wanted to be a writer? If I had hated reading so much I had also hated writing. The same year we had that book competition my teacher invited an up and coming author from my hometown to come to the school. She read us bits of her book and answered question, even autographed a paper for me! After that we had a writing project, write a short story about anything.
Oh boy, I remember my story. 'Trapped in an Avalanche" it was about a group of friend who go away fro winter break and you guessed it, get trapped in an avalanche! I handed it super proud of myself. And the next week the teacher READ IT TO THE CLASS! I was that day I went home and said I love reading and I want to be a writer to my mum and dad. And I'm still doing it! And I still love it!
Ever want to get a kid to read or write... I swear do a reading competition. It helps. And to all teacher who read this. Bringing in a person from the outside will get our attention and who knows maybe inspire us to do something amazing!
And so I will end this post with a thank you. To Miss. Carr my grade 4 teacher who helped with the story hamburger, yes I still draw a hamburger and write what I want to be my bun my toppings my hambutger and the last bun). Sarah Perry, author of 'Viola's Violin'. And my grade 5 teacher Mrs. Perkins!
Rebecca Sauve
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Hey there!
Okay so... hi guys! My name is Rebecca Sauve, but most call me Dove or Bec, I spend a lot of my time reading or writing my own YA novels and if nobody is around to see me I like to sing and dance too. I am a singer in my school choir and play mainly flute in my school band (although I play many more instruments.. I spend a lot of time in my schools music room). Anyways, pretty much I'm a crazy person who enjoys life!
So what is this blog going to be about you might be wondering? I am planning on using this site to rant and complain about my novels as I write them.. and sometimes I might even put something good about my books on here too!
I hope you enjoy the crazy thoughts of a writer!
Dove
So what is this blog going to be about you might be wondering? I am planning on using this site to rant and complain about my novels as I write them.. and sometimes I might even put something good about my books on here too!
I hope you enjoy the crazy thoughts of a writer!
Dove
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