My Love For Reading

As a person who enjoys the subject of English, I feel safe to say that I do have a love for reading and writing. Reading helps me escape to another world, and developing a well-written essay is very satisfying. My favorite genres are historical/science fiction, and I’m a fan of dystopian novels. Oddly enough, the wretched societies and brutal experiences within these books cause me to look at life with a better perspective, and it opens my eyes as to of what could be, and what is. My strengths as a reader include my ability to decipher a piece of text, and read quickly enough to complete a book within a couple of days. Contrarily, I find it very difficult to get myself through books which I may not feel a connection with, and that tends to

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality … —what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

Throughout my childhood, I endlessly battled with reading and writing. I was exceptionally inadequate at learning grammar and memorizing vocabulary words. Not to mention my hardships with generating well structured and eloquent essays. However, I possessed a passionate love of reading and writing. It was not until the following of my Freshman year in high school, that I truly began to flourish when it came to writing essays and reading complex novels.

Throughout my life, I have always been an avid reader and a lazy writer. Ever since I discovered comic books in my younger years, I have passionately engaged myself in any books I can find. I read through books quickly and I try to delve deeper by going past the surface of the writing. I generally like to read either realistic or science fiction and when I read something that interests me, I like to read for hours without stopping and seldom do I like to take breaks while reading. In the past year, I have tried to read harder books and more non-fiction to become a stronger reader. As a writer, I often feel unmotivated due to my lack of interest in the topic. My attention span while writing is quite short so I generally like to take my time when completing essays.

I think that my greatest contribution to the community would be my love for research. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to help people in any way that I could. Although my desired career path has changed significantly over the years from wanting to be a Police Officer to desiring being a part of the bio-medical research field, I have finally found my niche in society; I know that I want to help people through research. I first discovered my love for research when I participated in National History Day, in the eighth grade. Prior to joining this program, I had loved to learn, but I hadn’t found a specific aspect of learning that really interested me. As read every article and website about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, I

For as long as I can remember, I loved to read. There was never a distinct moment that clicked. Never did I see reading as a requirement; more so a desire. My desire to read paved the way for my need to tell my own stories. Aside from the stories I read, the ones I created brought a sense of satisfaction that I could never find elsewhere. My love for reading and writing is like the need for one to consume food and liquids to keep their body both nourished and hydrated. It’s a necessity! When I read or wrote, I craved peace and the need to escape into the world of endless possibilities. A place I can venture with no responsibilities and no worries. As I got older, my need to open a book and read, or write a story came natural. I was free!

The more I was being forced to read, the less time I spent reading for enjoyment, until eventually I no longer spent any of my free time with a novel in hand. Reading became a chore; it became boring. Sometimes the simple act of being forced to do something makes you despise it. As a child, I enjoyed several different genres of novels and many different topics intrigued me, so it wasn’t necessarily what I was reading that disinterested me. One required novel I remember reading was The Outsiders in seventh grade. This was a type of book I feel I would normally enjoy because of the mystery and action; however, I couldn’t bring myself to truly become engaged in this novel. Reason being-it was a forced act, with multiple worksheets and homework to accompany the reading. Fast forward to high school when I’m reading my required lengths in an anatomy and physiology textbook. Science has always been an interest of mine; in fact, I’m now majoring in Human Physiology. Yet reading this text wasn’t something I enjoyed. Again, because it felt forced; it was not something I was doing simply out of interest. This is how I continue to feel about most of the reading I do today as a college student.

Life as a teenager today can be very stressful and sometimes intense. One must reflect to outweigh these crazy times with special moments and special people. Being a team member in many Pine Richland High School Band programs has allowed me to dive in and move forward sharing my love for music and touching the lives of others.

Reading and writing have always been apart of me. From childhood to now. It was just something that my parents instilled in me. I knew how to read basic books and write before I even started pre-school. My parents made it a priority for me to read and write growing up, and the more I read, the fonder I was of it. I will read any type of literature, as long as it peaks my interest. I prefer romance and mysteries, but I try to be diverse when it comes to what I read. I want to make sure I get something out of the books I read, whether or not it is learning something knew about the world or myself, or looking at things in a new way.

To adequately explain my love of the arts and social sciences, I must first recount my first experiences of art and how that experience shaped me to become, and I quote my mother here, the “artsy fartsy” person I am today. Much like any child, when I was in elementary school I changed what I wanted to be when I grew up frequently. In kindergarten, I wanted to be an artist. A traveling art merchant who sold pieces of themselves off to the highest bidder, a person who traveled the world but always seemed to come back to France because, to me, that was the epicenter of artistic innovation. I'd won several local art competitions by the time I was eight and to quote myself, “If I don’t do art, I will die.” By the time I was in third grade, my romanticized view of art had changed drastically. I was disenchanted with the art scene in my town, and I told my mother that I wanted nothing to do with crayons, let alone a full-blown art career. I quickly latched on to another hobby, singing. My passion for singing, at the time, was so pure and my talents were limitless. My friends and family told me it was a natural gift, and that I was given a vocal range that rivaled even the best in the business, and I believed them. They fueled my desire to train my voice, to join every local choir I could, and to eventually even travel as far as Los Angeles to showcase my talents. But, I slowly become disenchanted with singing too. It became another dream that seemed impossible to waste time vying

My love of being in a laboratory started with my increasing interest in science when I was a child. Being from a single parent home, we did not always have money to purchase toys or do activities; so most of my younger days were spent outside and in the kitchen. During the daytime, I would catch insects, frogs, small fish in the stream behind our home, or help my neighbor on his farm. My neighbor taught me various things about the forest; he showed and named all the trees, edible and poisonous plants, what time we could harvest such edibles, taught me how to clean fish. One of favorite lessons he taught was where the best place to find salamanders. At night I would spend my time in the kitchen doing at home experiments, such as leaving an egg in vinegar, making slime, or a baking soda volcano. However, as I grew up and attended school, I became unsatisfied with my science courses. I wanted thorough explanation of why things are the way they are. Once I enrolled in college, I was excited at the endless possibilities that awaited me to reach my goals.

Ever since grade school, reading and writing have been forced upon me and many other students. Like some of my peers, I didn't enjoy having to read and write more than twice a day. Despite my long exposure to english and countless and enthusiastic approaches from my teachers, my love for english never grew. Perhaps my dislike for english began when reading and writing was more than a chore rather than a hobby. Since kindergarden, my teachers would read to us everyday until we learned how to read, then we would have to read quietly in class. These class and silent reading sessions were supposed to open our minds and help us explore the world of reading and writing to be more creative but this was not the case with me. My mind was more active during our math and science lessons but we would only have these for about an hour or less. Math and science require logical thinking and most of the time the results are very similar while english and writing are subjective and we can have different opinions on the same subject and still be correct. Personally I am more of a logical thinker than a creative one.

Reading and writing are two of the first things we learn when were in a school and that when I realized that I and reading/writing have a long relationship. I remember my mother walking me to my class and me not knowing that I would be walking out with knowledge to read and write. My Preschool teacher named was Ms. Newman and she was a very artistic teacher and would often express herself through her clothes, she would have different colorful words on her walls that each letter in the alphabet had a picture to represent it. She would wear different color sweaters that would have a bunch words on them and she would tell a bunch of short stories and it really had me excited to read. I instantly wanted to read anything I put my hand on! Often, I would read the cartoons, comics in the newspaper every Sunday and I felt so smart reading it.In class, We would spilt into groups and talk about how we felt about the story, Ms. Newman would have read to us. As the year progressed, we would cut out letters, magazines, and newspapers etc. and put them in our journal. This is how my love for reading and writing all begin.

I grew up in a rough home environment, where my escape was to invest as much time as I could in learning. My favorite type of learning was chemistry at least that’s what I learned that it was called it as I got older. My grandfather owned a small pool and spa service company and I would always want to go to jobs with him, this is where I learned about the basics of chemistry and biology. Each time I went on the job with him I would receive a small amount of money at the end of the day, me being the ambitious child that I was my eyes lit up, and the journey began.

Throughout most of my life I have had one consistent goal; to become a veterinarian. I have had a continuous and solid passion for animals in all respects. This passion and love has fueled my in striving to achieve the dreams I have for myself after high school. The beginning of this story begins long before high school though.