In first grade, when we were assigned our first list of spelling words, all of my teachers thought it would help their students learn better if they wrote them down 5 times each or had composed sentences with them. Over the years, I can only remember one teacher who made it enjoyable. It was fourth grade and I had Mrs. Hinson. We had to create a fictional story about anything we wanted, as long as we included all the words on our list. Once we completed our stories, we needed to illustrate a picture to accompany them. This, of course, was my favorite part because I loved drawing. He pushed me to do my best on the paper so that when I finished I could draw the picture. To this day I can't remember what the story was about, but I remember the feeling I had when I showed it to my mother, father and sister. They were so proud of me. At the end of the year we took all the stories we had made and published a book containing them all. I will never forget how much enjoyment I got from that assignment throughout the year. Since I was given this assignment in fourth grade, I think it may have been too late to change my feelings about reading. When I grew up and started high school, the expectations for essays were much higher. I received my first assignment from my sixth grade English teacher with a big "D" in the top left corner. I had never gotten a "D" on anything before. It allowed people to go home, make corrections, and turn it in by the end of the week. That evening I went home and read my article over and over until I could recite it without looking at it. I couldn't figure out how exactly I could