Personal Narrative: I M Not Going To Read

As kids we are exposed to many different thing in many different environments like reading and math in school, or swimming and music in someone's time spent away from school.

All of my life and still today I don’t like reading. It all started when I was in second grade, my parents thought that I had ADD because I wouldn’t sit still and I would only read for 10 minutes max. My parents took me to get tested for ADD and learning/ reading disorders. When I got tested by a lady in Iowa City, she asked a whole bunch of questions, had me take a lot of computer tests, and read passages from books. When the day was over she figured out that I needed glasses. So she sent me to her husband who is an eye care professional to get me set up with some glasses that I liked. Not only were they just one lense glasses but bifocals. All of my elementary years I had to be in special groups, at certain tables, work with different teachers,

I had just exited the barber shop when my dad was waiting for me inside his van. I agreed to help my aunt move her household items into boxes in preparation for her new home. I agreed to help because not only was I close to my aunt; I also get to see my cousin, Joseph. I had kept my thoughts about him throughout the car ride until we finally arrived at my aunt’s house. As usual, she ran outside to welcome me and my dad warmly while Joseph stood on the doorway watching us from the shadows. When I walked up to him to say my greetings, he did the same but he wasn’t as enthusiastic as the three of us. With that, my Dad worked alongside our aunt while I was paired with my cousin who was in charge of carrying living room furniture out of the house.

Throughout my life, I was never interested in reading books. Reading is not one of my

My reading is a different type of reading, with that said I am a different type of reader. As a junior in highschool I started the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry. That is a series that sparked the inner reader inside me. I moved my reading level up all through the year and finally finished the year with a 11.8 reading level, as a junior I was pleased with that reading score. I came into senior year working on the third book in the Rot & Ruin series, Flesh & Bone. After that book we started book clubs; I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay. I didn’t enjoy that book, although it challenged my reading skills. In the book Tatiana De Rosnay had the book bounce around between two different characters. That made the book hard to follow, although I feel the book helped me open up and focus more on the reading. After book clubs came to a conclusion we started in on the adventurous love mess, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. This challenging read provoked me to read harder; I took my resources and studied, I tried to get better. Mary Shelley had themes throughout this book, the themes had me really thinking about the text. Pressing forward to the end of first semester and the middle of my Senior year, I now can say I read at a 12.9 level. I am beyond

See i always read, i learned to read when i was in kindergarten, And to write i learned in first grade, but i never really fully enjoyed either of them or cared for them. I started to get a small interest back in middle school when the libraries started to check out comic books. I would spend hours reading comics even if it really isn't considered a real book. I read a whole series in less than 3 or 4 days. Well Time passed and that interest faded, and reading never interested me again, until i met one specific person.

Reading has always been something that always bothered me and always despised since it always made me feel stupid when trying to read and understand it before. I also despised it because of past experiences that made me hate and abhor reading even more. These two past experiences will explain why I absolutely abhorred reading, especially in the past since these two experiences have made the most impact in why I feel about reading.

I won't lie, I've felt a little down lately. the lack of cuddle is bringing me down, and I've been on edge because of it. The good news is that DOD is around the corner, and if someone must pay for my mood, might as well be the zombies.

Sometimes, reality sucks. Sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with school, and the stress and homework that accompanies it. Sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with my family about matters that we argue on. Sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with my friends after we had a rough conversation or something upsetting happened. Sometimes, I just don’t want to deal with anyone and anything. Sometimes, I just want a place I can escape to, where anything is possible, where I can be someone else and reading offers me that ability. I have loved reading, ever since I could learn how to read. I love reading because it is an escape from reality, it is fun and teaches me things about myself.

Decide is one of the most difficult thinking that everyone can have in the life. Perhaps. Every day, every time, we are making quick decisions and we don’t notice it. In the life we have innumerable decisions to make. Leaving everything you have like your job, school, and home besides get a new beginning is a big desicion to meake and that is the way of how this story begins.

At the beginning of the year, I did not like to read whatsoever. My view on reading was tough and I did not even want to try to read a book. Reading has just never been my thing, it is hard and it's hard for me to remember what I read. When It was my first day of junior year and I walked into English I was overwhelmed with all of the books that were in the room. I was not happy because I figured we would read a lot and the teacher would get to choose the book but once I figured out that you could choose your own book it made me feel more comfortable towards my reading.

As you can see, reading is not on the list of my favorite things to do. I have never enjoyed reading and I probably never will. Although it is something I would like to take up as a hobby, I never find myself having very much time to read. Reading is very time consuming and I like to do lots of fun activities like swimming, spending time with friends, and playing with my

At this point in my life, reading would definitely not make a list of my favorite things to do, but this wasn’t always the case. Some of my youngest memories involve reading, and many of these memories are enjoyable. Every night before bed my mom would read to me, and I remember begging to read just one more before she tucked me in almost every night. This is when my love for reading sparked. Throughout grade school, I continued to read frequently and never found it to be a chore; however, once middle school hit I no longer included reading as a past time or found it pleasurable. Looking back now I realize this was when English class included more forced literature, and school consisted of reading extensive pages in textbooks. Reading

I am going to be perfectly honest with you right now, at this point in my teenage life, I do not enjoy reading. For whatever reason, it does not excite me. But, in my mind, I have heard in my brain

“What am I doing?” I thought to myself. I was in the middle of my yellow painted wall room. The atmosphere was unsettling. I sat on the brown textured carpet, tenaciously pulling at it; the left side of the bed was against my back. I look to my left to see the window. It was getting dark. I could (Tense is weird) hear little children outside yelling and playing. They did not know what was going to happen. I took the iPod I had from the top of the brown wooden nightstand I had to my left. I put in one of the earplugs in my left ear and started listening to music. I tried to placate myself. I sighed a deep breath. “This is wrong, but.. I don’t know.” I said to myself. I viewed my purple and blue bookbag under the midnight black colored chair across the room. I reached out for it and extracted out the many folders and notebooks it had. I needed to do homework.