My Passion In My Life

When I was a child I had a passion for reading that I gained from the support of teachers and my mom. My mom had a love for reading and that soon and that helped encouraged me to continue to read as well and fueled my passion to read. One day I received a book called “The Little Engine That Could” because of my obsession I had with trains. To today’s

One of my all time passions is reading. I credit my love of reading to my dad, who has spent a great portion of his life reading as well. Some of my earliest memories are of my dad reading Harry Potter to me and my siblings, though I was the only child listening. My love of reading has only grown since then. Through reading I have learned about countless worlds and thousands of stories. I have discovered myself in between the pages of many different books, and I have learned more about people and the world arund me. Of all the ways to spend time, reading may be my absolute

It may be cliché, but books have always held a spot close to my heart. When I was three I had a book called Bitsy Witch that went wherever I did. When I was seven, my mom read a chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone every night. In middle school, I worked my way through the entire children’s section at my local library. In high school, I took every English class offered, and when I entered college I to compromise with my family that I would also pursue a pre-professional program. My time outside of class was spent on my pre-professional degree until, my senior year in college. I took two classes that focused on children’s and young adult texts. Before those classes, I hadn’t realized that specializing in Children’s literature was

As a child, I loved books. I loved the stories and brightly colored pictures. Most of the books I read left me smiling every time I read them. Now, just seeing the cover of a book I had read when I was young brings back fond memories. Even though I struggled with reading a bit growing up, I don’t remember it hindering my appreciation for it. I remember being really excited when it was time for my mom to read to me every night before bed. I enjoyed Dr. Seuss, The Rainbow Fish, The Big Hungry Bear, Tikki Tikki Tembo, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and many more (the list goes on and on). There were also several teachers I had that read to my classes on a daily basis. As I got into third and fourth grade, my teachers would start reading chapter

When I was first introduced to reading in the kindergarten, my mother would always say I had a book stuck with me no matter where I went. Fast forward it to twelve years later I still have a book stuck on me. However, now it’s no longer picture books, but science ones. My passion is to learn, specifically about everything. In my spare time, I read books of empowerment, success, persuasion, psychology and the brain.

Since childhood, I have been enamored with reading. My passion for reading was passed from my mother who has always advocated literacy to my siblings and me. During elementary school, my teachers would send report cards with comments admonishing me for reading throughout class. A novel would be hidden behind a textbook or in my lap, and I would sneak a glance whenever possible. When school was dismissed, my nose would be buried inside a book. I would read anything I could get my hands on: my brother’s books, my mom’s Women’s Day magazines, and even the backs of cereal boxes. I would snuggle up in blankets, grab the latest Magic Treehouse book, and plunge into magical worlds for countless hours. Every summer break I would spend my time reading numerous books for my library’s Summer Reading Program.

When I think of books, I can’t help but smile in anticipation of the journey I will embark upon from cover to cover, the secrets that will be revealed within their pages, the additions to my vocabulary I will collect as souvenirs, and the new avenues that will be excavated in the realm of my mind. Beginning as early as I can remember, books were read to me by my mother, my father and my sisters. The thrill of an outing to the public library while growing up in rural Wisconsin was every bit as exciting as a trip to the carnival or the circus because, as my earliest discoveries conveyed, books could take me any place. I believe I must have been born with a

From day to day, I live trying to figure out my purpose of being in this world. No child is born a mistake irrespective of the circumstances. I was born with a talent, although, yet to be discovered. A talent is a symbol of who a person really is. When I was younger, my dad put me through music school hoping that I would learn to play the piano because he wished he did when he was my age. I was not a big fan of playing the piano so I struggled most of the time. My fingers were so stiff and my instructor would request that I moisturize and massage them to make them more flexible. However, the underlying issue was my lack of interest and not my un-cooperating fingers.

Growing up you could not find a bigger bookworm then myself. I read small books to big books, books on the study of animals, plants, or just plain old novels. I have always had a passion for learning new things from educational books or just reading a new exciting story in every novel I picked up. I have a multitude of fond memories of books I read and lessons I learned, but one instance I consider more impactful than the others. This moment came when my 6th grade English teacher helped me write my own book.

I found my passion to be a journalist in the first grade. Most individuals don’t even know what they want to be at that age. However, I knew from a young age that I loved to read and write. In my free time I would mostly read novels and write stories about the supernatural. Having that passion in my life to read and write was a big influence. I never felt that I was forced to do this. I loved what I was doing, and that was a big motivator for me. Although elementary was one of the main beginning points for my emphasis in Communications, and theater in high school and currently college played great influence’s as well and really helped me develop confidence, strengthen my mindset, and as individual help me reach my goals.

A passion is a strong love and interest you have towards something. It may for something you love doing, like reading, gardening, art, or even sports. Passions can be temporary, but while you have them, they can be fun. I have experienced a passion for several activities. When I was just four years old, I got involved in gymnastics. As I got older, my passion for gymnastics faded, and it did not appeal to me anymore. I recently quit doing gymnastics, but I admit it was fun while my passion for it lasted. I got many benefits out of doing gymnastics, including friends, skills, and some flexibility. Now I’m into art, which I’m sure will give me many benefits as well.

When the word “math” is brought up in a conversation a majority of people cringe, it’s the hard truth. Math has been around since the dawn of man, and it is used in almost every career field. According to Merrilyn Goos, math “provides the fundamentals for everyday living” and is “a skill needed for many jobs” (2016). I, myself, have always had a passion for math ever since I was in grade school. I began to find math interesting when I could start applying it to various subjects in the real world, such as distance, area, volume, and velocity, to name a few. I decided to pursue mathematics in college, but I added a vital part to it, teaching. In high school, I was lucky enough to tutor my fellow peers through a National Honor Society program. When tutoring students from various grades, classes, and ethnicities, I found my passion for teaching. Believe it or not, I really enjoyed the students that struggled immensely with a subject. Nothing was better than witnessing the “light-bulb moment” when the subject finally clicked for one of these struggling students. Currently, in college my decided majors are Secondary Math Education B.S. and Mathematics B.A.

My passion in life is art. But my passion in life is also helping those who are struggling in life. I never really expected either of the two to be recognized by anyone, let alone a newspaper reporter. But they were. I've always struggled with depression and anxiety. I've hit rock bottom but I was able to come back from that and the thought of having the opportunity to share my story with others was intoxicating.

Ever since I was a tiny first grader, reading was something that was never my favorite thing in the world. Sure, I would sit with the rest of the class on the carpet and listen to my first grade teacher read a story, but I’d always look forward to it being over. For a while, reading was a subject that I respected, but I never had a desire for it. The journey I’ve made from sitting on that rug with my first-grade class to now is something that I’m really proud of, and that journey is remarkable to look back on.

I never expected to fall in love with reading. No one in my family was an avid reader in their youth, in the same way that no one in my family was the type to make perfect grades in all their classes. But I was the one to break this stereotype formed by my family. They didn’t know what to do with me, a slightly chubby girl with her nose up a book at all times, who would read as she walked, as she talked, as she ate, as she laughed. Although I have certainly grown from being that young girl and have found my outlet in other things- sports, makeup, and clothing- one thing has always remained constant: my love for reading. Falling in love with reading was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.