Personal Literacy
Year 12 English for me was the learning place of personal literacy. School was the setting for this literacy to be explicitly taught by teachers- who would figuratively drag me up the mountain kicking and screaming. Up until this point in my life I was accepting of texts as being truthful, benign pieces of information- to learn this was not the case was quite confronting and changed the ways I looked at many sources of information in my life. Was my mum only being nice to me in text messages so I would do the shopping for her? This is only one example of the ways in which I began to understand text around me.Throughout my senior schooling I became quite an accomplished user of text and excelled in comprehension- signs of my developing personal literacy skills.
However, while not intending to lessen the importance of participating in or using of text it has to be said my achievement of them was quiet boring. I was developing frostbite from the forced learning of texts and analysis of features required of me in the limited curriculum. My creativity was stifled and I began to lose interest in personal literacy-by this stage it had become quite boring. To me it was the beginning and end of the journey that was the most interesting (the functional and critical literacies- neither of which I could do very well but at least they interested me)- as I believed I could already successfully participate in and use text (obviously you would have picked up on this now thanks to my brilliant blog to rival all other blogs). Oh how wrong I was and I was soon to receive a rude wake up call- enter University...
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