I Never Slept Throughout My Summers

Similar to my freshman year, I read a series of a book that I just couldn’t put down. That no matter what I was doing, I had to keep reading. This was the summer of my freshman year in college. I read The Program series by Suzanne Young and was so into the books. I would finish the first book, The Program, then start onto the next one and the next one. I didn’t even realize that I had finished the whole entire series until I couldn’t find the next book to the

In summary, I felt as if I changed after the fourth grade. Like video games, I could be in a fantasy and pretend I was actually in the hero’s position. I could be a part of a story. This contest of literacy competition started a passion of reading books for me. Now that I’m older if I ever want to escape the real world after having a long hard stressful day all I have to do is crack open a book a let the adventure begin. Even though my teacher never followed through on her promise of a prize I was rewarded with something so much more Important, a burning passion for

I’m not a notable writer, nor have I really wanted to join the writing industry. However, I have been interested in other people’s writing. From their deep meanings, content, and different formats/styles. It’s a wondrous creation made from within our imagination and experiences. It has inspired me to write too. I’ve been writing most of my life that it has become a necessity. And now from my past experiences with writing, I try my best to improve my skills as a writer for the future.

This book was atrocious and wasted a good majority of my life. The body of the book was tedious, but got better as I read. The information presented became more interesting. I started to somewhat like to read it. It was still boring, but was something that I might like to read. As I liked to read it more and more. In the end I still didn’t like to read but it was a bit more standable.

In eighth grade, my sister and I had started re-reading the Harry Potter series simultaneously. We noticed this and made a bit of sport of it. We wanted to see who could finish the series first (I won). Is it healthy to try and race through a book? No, it’s really not, but this got me back into a bit of a groove. I wanted to read more, and find books that captured me like Sideways Stories from Wayside School had. In my freshmen year of high school, I found that book. That book was not To Kill a Mockingbird (with which I hold great hatred for), nor was it The Odyssey. The book I give reference to is The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie. I had previously read a book featuring the astute Belgium detective M. Poirot, but it didn’t quite hold my attention. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd did, however, hold my attention. After I finished, I read Treasure Island, and after that I read Less Than Zero, and after that I lost all interest in reading again. Is that another plot

When a person composes their work, they allow their ideas to dilate into a story that takes their reader into a journey. The journey is not merely for the reader, but for the author. The author gain a writing experience from their journey that guides when they write other material. All writing experiences are depending on the person. Their writing experience can drive them to regularly add more details to enrich their story. On the other hand, a writer can be compelled to critique their work to enhance it. As a writer, I grasped many lessons from my own experience. One of my most memorable writings was a story in addition to a thought-provoking essay. This memorable writing experience was my research paper for my 12th grade English class.

It is nice to take a seat, relax, and break open a book of yours to read. With nothing else in mind, you embark on an adventure as the words guide you through your journey. This is the idea a reader normally accompany the feeling of reading a book. For many other people, like me before, they find it dreadfully painful as for each page turned is like trying to get closer to escape from captivity. I am unsure when my hatred associated with literature started, maybe caused by the hauntingly boring books I was forced to read by my former teachers. However, as time goes by, my attitude towards books gradually lifted when I was unchained from my shackles and allowed the freedom to choose my books. It wasn't that the books were bad, well, maybe, but

I forgot about the books I had hidden. Every day, I did my homework mechanically. I went to bed on time. Then, I read every book I had left three times or more. I memorized “The Hollow Men” before I knew what it meant. I can still recite the biography of Florence Griffith Joyner. I still know every short story written and illustrated by Joni Eareckson Tada.

In the course of a school year I had written more than thirty stories. Every story I wrote I learned more about myself and how I could express myself using my words, every story showed me how much I could tell others about my life and struggles without having to use my voice. As a third grader I was taught the lesson that, using only your words you can tell a story, make a new world, or even change a person’s life. “Apple Stories” changed my life forever, and continue to effect it as I continue to use what I learned from writing

I sat in the very back of the classroom shielding my face with any book that was in sight. That way wouldn’t get called upon to read, but I guess my camouflage of books wasn’t good enough. I was assigned a part in the book to read and I could tell you, I was not happy. As we began to read I could see that my character’s part was starting to inch closer and closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and the more my throat started to knot up. I was having second thoughts about even coming to school that day, but as I began to read, I started to get more into the book. It began to catch my interest and from that point on I started to realize it was more than just reading a book word per word. There was more to the story than what the paper full of writing would

Growing up reading was my passion, and as I grew older my love for reading completely vanished. I hated reading! Sitting in Mrs. Wagner’s cold, English classroom half asleep as my class begin to read the novel that I have grown to love; I start to pay attention because we were notified that we would have a quiz on the next day. Thinking “No one warned me that AP English 12 consisted of reading as many Bildungsroman novels as we could in 18 weeks”. I knew that I would have to read after I got off work that night. I remember Mrs. Wagner saying “Jamesa, you already not liking Invisible Man?”, but little did she know I had not heard a word she had read.

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The Little Golden Book, The Ugly Duckling, was a staple in my house. While my mom thought she taught a lesson about the importance of being nice to peculiar individuals, I discovered another lesson: if you don’t fit in, prepare to feel out of place. I never fit in with my peers when it came to reading and writing. As they flocked towards dystopian romance and imaginative narratives, I drowned in metaphors and symbolism. School was seemingly against me, pushing young adult novels and creating a disdain for nonfiction. When I grew away from my childhood love of reading, I wondered if I would enjoy English again. Little did I know, I would soon find the swans I was looking for. Though I questioned if I would find joy in reading, I eventually fell in love with the opposite of what the education system pushes on students.

When I started this class, I didn’t know much about poetry and story let alone creating my own. My relation with writing was mostly limited to science labs and research papers. Thursdays turn in were a challenge because I had to come up with a topic to write poems or stories. Today, I am proud of what I have accomplished. I was able to compose poems and stories that touched the readers’ heart. I have learned to enjoy writing and take it as a medium to express myself and share my stories. I was usually a reader but now I can write too.