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              The article “When I learned to read” by Salvatore Scibona which is published in The New Yorker, June 13&20,2011, describes about how study was given to him hard, and states, that he was failing all his classes and flunk out from the high school. One day when he had melancholic vanity, he burned out his report card at his job. He was working at KFC and he loved his job as dog loves “a carcass in a ditch”. Moreover, he wanted to get out of the state Ohio, therefore, he was working to save money for the future.

       Also, Salvatore describes, that his house was very crowded and noisy, and television was turned on day and night. According to the article “when I learned to read” published in The New Yorker, June 13&20,2011, Salvatore hated to read, however, he was swinging his eyes over the pages of some library books.

       While Salvatore was in early senior year, a girl in homeroom gave him a brochure that a college had sent her. After receiving that brochure his life changed totally toward the education. He loved St.John’s college and he described that in the college were no textbooks, no home works and everything was perfect however, his parents could not afford this expensive college. According to the article, which is written by Salvatore Scibone, he found his Intellectual home fifteen hundred miles from home and he said that “he would scrap everything to ask them let him in”.

“I felt like a vocation” Salvatore expressed his feelings in that way.

        He started to learn Greek alphabet and read Iliad. Salvatore was working at construction and his body needed to read otherwise, his legs wore out by noon. In last years of study in St John’s college he found new friends, learned new languages, had lots of fun and was very happy with his new life and environment.

         In conclusion Salvatore assume that his life before was totally different from his present life. He was a little sad boy who was shiftless, egoistical and dejected teenager. Everything was very bad and when strangers let him to enter school and showed him how to read. According to the article “When I learned to read” by Salvatore Scibona which is published in The New Yorker, June 13&20,2011, the author found his Intellectual Home at the college far away from his hometown.

“Where I Learned How to Read” by Salvatore Scibona was
published from The New Yorker on June 13th & 20th 2011. It describes
Scibona’s journey to find his intellectual home. He speaks of his struggles
in school and how often he fails his classes.
Whenever the author wanted to get away from the madness that
surrounds him from his environment, he would spend the night in a
derelict shed and read. He called it“Back-yard Rehab”. He spent the
entire night in the derelict shed reading all types of books like “Out of
Africa” by Karen Blixen, Donald Trump’s autobiography, Kierkegaard,
“Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman.
Reading made Salvatore Scibona happy. He copied the first paragraph
of Anne Dillard’s An American Childhood on his bedroom wall. That book
was gifted to him by a teacher who flunked him. In his senior year in high
school, he was received a brochure of St. Johns College. After reading it,
he was intrigued by the curriculum the college offered. He became
determined to make St. Johns his new home. In this new home he would
read more books than ever before and fell in love with it in the process.
Salvatore said, “I carried bricks and mortar to rooftops during the
summers, but if I hadn’t made time to read the night before, my legs
wore out by noon. Even my body needed to read.” Reading in a sense
was one of Scibona’s intellectual homes. While, attending St. Johns, he
made friends that love reading as much as him and turned St. Johns into
his intellectual home. “In retrospect, I was a sad little boy and a
standard-issue, shiftless, egotistical, dejected teen-ager. Everything was
going to hell, and then these strangers let me come to their school and
showed me how to read. All things considered, every year since has been
a more intense and enigmatic joy”

“Where I Learned How to Read” by Salvatore Scibona published in The New York, June 13 and 20, 2011, he talks about how hard school was for him, he failed in all of his classes and sometimes he also burned report  card papers in his work at KFC, way Salvatore is trying to show us how did he loved his job by metaphorically using imagery “way dog loves a carcass in ditch” he hated one thing he wanted was to get out of Ohio and start carrier elsewhere.

Salvatore hated reading althought he was just swinging his eyes on the pages as he explained only he was doing it because the girl he loved was loved with the movie. 

Salvador was in senior year when one of the girls from homeroom passed him a brochure that college sent her.

That was the moment when everything changed in his life. He expressed his feelings towards St.John college,there were no books, no homeworks everything he ever wanted was in that college but his parents couldn’t ever afford it.

He found his Intellectual Home fifteen hundred miles away he was willing to do anything to get in,“I would scrap everything and go to that place and ask them to let me in”.

Science he only goal was to get into college he started learning different subjects even though he never knew he existed,he worked as a construction worker but his body needed to be read.

Everything changed his entire life,he met new people,he also had friends  which he had so much fun,he found his tribe as Salvatore describes to us  friends as really happy and joeble.

In conclusion of  Salvatores Scibona life since beginning totally changed from his point of view,he hated his previous life in Ohaio,as he mentions “I was a sad little boy and a standard-issue, shiftless, egotistical, dejected teen-ager”,but in the collage he found his life his Intellectual Home so far but he did,he found place his belongs.

“Where I Learned How to Read” by Salvatore Scibona was published from The New Yorker on June 13th & 20th 2011, and it is based off Scibona being able to find his “intellectual home”. Before he learned to read, Salvatore struggled a lot as teenager. He constantly failed his classes and saw no purpose into learning and especially reading, “I didn’t know what I was doing or what I believed in”. He burned report cards and thought that it was very unlikely for him to have a future since he could not make it through the eleventh grade. Eventually, Salvatore was slowly starting to find where he truly belonged, the true definition of his intellectual home and that place was St. John’s college, all thanks to a brochure he was given by a girl from his homeroom. Fifteen hundred miles away from his home is where he found his new home, where he learned to read more than he ever thought he could and grow fond of it, something he never thought he would, ” if I hadn’t made time to read the night before, my legs wore out by noon. Even my body needed to read”. Along the way, he met the perfect people that enjoyed reading as much as he did and kept him motivated enough to keep him going, ” The surprise, the wild luck: I had friends; and if it hadn’t been such a gift to find my tribe.” Salvatore then concludes that all things considered, his intellectual home has brought him nothing but joy, more than he could ever get back in Ohio; “In retrospect, I was a sad little boy and a standard-issue, shiftless, egotistical, dejected teen-ager”, but this all changed along with his new scenery of life and that was the highlight of it all.

Salvatore Scibona is the author of a essay called “where I learned to read” which was posted on the new yorker june 13th, 2011. To start out the essay he goes into how he hated school and how he did not want be where he was at. you see this in the first sentence where he says “I did my best to flunk out of high school.” from the first sentence you can already see he was unhappy. Another instance where you see this state of mind he was in was when he said “It was a prudent first career in that I wanted with certainty only one thing, to get out of Ohio,”. This was the beginning of him descbing what would go on to be his intellectual home later on in the essay. The first time you get a hint of what his intellectual home is , was when he spoke about “back yard rehab “ which was when he read any book he could alone in a old shed alone, and how he liked reading when he was not forced to. Soon after this he had found out about st. john’s college,a college that did not force him to read for assignment or do anything he did not enjoy in his time in high school. This is when you start find out about his intellectual home. Salvatore starts speaking on his time in college and how everything and everyone around him made him feel immersed and happy because he could just read. This was his intellectual home a place where he felt comfortable and like himself, a place that did not force him to do anything he did not want to do , a place where everyone around him was likeminded , this is where he did his best academic work.

I think Scibona’s intellectual home was St. John’s College. This College was a place that he enjoyed and he felt comfortable being there. Scibona wasn’t a good kid he didn’t want to learn at all but threw this college he started to like to learn and he had friends now from this college. I feel like that everyone is like Scibona because we all have a Intellectual Home. a Intellectual Home for us could be different like for one person star bucks or the library. Intellectual Home means that its a place you could relaxed and have a open mind in that place. For some people it might be hard to find and you will have to search for it. The reason why that Intellectual homes is good is that its good for your health to come down and to feel like you are home like you have a break from everything else. In the story Where I Learned to Read from Salvatore Scibona. He showed us how he liked to be in that college how it made him want to learn and read. In one part of the story he says even my body needed to read because if he didn’t he felt like he needed to read not because he needs to because its a part of him. We learned in our lives that where we live and sleep is our home but it could also mean something else. It could mean that its not even your home where you live. Intellectual Home is a place where you could focus learning and concentrate on what you need to concentrate on. It is a place where Scibona knew that this is the place where i could learn and try not in school but in St. John’s College. This was Scibona’s place his Intellectual Home. We all have this place a Intellectual Home where we could go to when we need to focus or to relax. We just need to find our Intellectual Home.

The environment of the home plays an important role in student’s studies, especially those whole studied from home. “Where I learned to read” by Salvatore Scibona, the writer described his home situation, where the tv was on all day, and it was too crowded that he can’t even study. I think for study environment different people has different choice, but I like quite an environment, where I can concentrate in my studies. studying in a nice and renowned educational institution helps a student to do better because there is more opportunity to do better. Scibona didn’t like reading, because he thinks reading mess up his mind in an unaccountable way. “American childhood” was presented by, Annie Dillard, I read that and it makes me happy. he copied the first paragraph and hang it on his bedroom dormer wall. People of the surrounding also play an important role in student life. When scuba was in the senior year in st john they were reading Einstein in math, Darwin in the lab, Baudelaire in French tutorial, Hegel in the seminar. Seminar met twice a week for four years: eight o’clock to ten at night or later, all students addressed by their surname. On the weekend Writer hang out with his friend one of the friends bring beer to the room and start reading a book and when he started reading after reading each sentence he was asking what that means? Writers say that it wasnt been so much fun, but it helps him to find his tribe. when we ask a question we have the opportunity to increase our knowledge because one person can’t know everything. Some people read a book to meet their requirements, it could be academic or professional, but some people read book read as a hobby weather way they acquire knowledge.

Hi Students,

Some notes about the Coffeehouse.

1–This is a communal space to share and experiment. But I want to ask you to write at your highest level. While I do not ask for formal writing, I do ask for editing and proofreading. I will not accept or award points for posts that do not include capitalization, punctuation, and basic sentence structures. For example, if a student posts using the lower case I, to refer to herself or himself [i], no points will be awarded until it’s corrected. Experiment with new sentence types and new vocabulary.  Experiment with a new voice, with complex ideas and perhaps even some humor. Go for it. But also, remember, the entire class will read and respond to your posts, so consider your audience. Keep it real and relatable, but please do not over-share and over-vent. Some venting is, in this age of pandemic and injustice, completely acceptable.

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Prof. Scanlan