Zach's+Friendly+Letter

Dear Humanities 6 Classmates, I am writing this letter to dear friends in sixth grade humanities. This enriched paper is about all my life. (Not all my life but all of my reading and writing life). I have had a very long reading and writing life. Although I have only lived a short, life it has been rich, in reading and writing. I have been reading so long it has been almost nine years and it has been great times that were good and times that were not so great in reading and writing. It all begins back in first grade when my teacher Debby taught me how to read. I had only been reading for a month or so and then my teacher ended //Charlotte’s Web// and I started reading it at age 6. I have had a long life of ups and downs in reading. Lets start with the good. I have always loved reading. There have been some times when I havn’t loved reading though, like the times I would be rather outside playing games and running around than being trapped inside a little play pen while they get ready to run tests on me. Now I know what it would feel like to be a hamster in a laboratory for the government. Back to my reading and writing life. I really like the times in class when the teachers assign me a book. Those are the times I really like and I don’t like, because I don’t like to read and do my homework and I think it is all to much. (When they assign me reading, I would rather be playing outside,) (or when my friends are playing outside and I am stuck inside with my homework doing math and then reading and I am reading on my super comfy chair whatching my friends play). (Other times when my brother is playing the Xbox and I am trying to read and he doesen’t care and turns it up real loud.) He makes me want to play the Xbox. Then my mom makes me write about the story and here we go int my writing life. My writing life has been almost like my reading life, except for it being a lot different. First, there is a big difference in reading and writing beside the fact that they both involve words is one your looking with your eyes and one your moving with a hand. Also, writing is not as fun as reading. no offence to writing. I don’t usually take the time to write, but sometimes I do write a story for a friend, or we will all write stories or something. Once in a while if my teacher assigns me a writing prompt, I’ll take the time to write it out. Some pieces of paper that I write I don’t like. What I mean by that is I won’t pour my heart and soul into it, Like short pieces of paper I won’t give my all but when I am doing a long story or something like a state wide test or a paper like that. What I am trying to get at write here is that depending on my mood, I will or I will not do that writing assinment. I get told that my poetry is great and I know that but I don’t. My poetry is something that is for me, and it is not for anyone else, unless I write for someone else or I share it with some other people. Well, what do you know? My reading life is longer than my writing life. Unless I go back and add some more. To my reading life. Sincerely, Zach