Reading, I can honestly say was not at the top of my priorty list. I actually hated to read especially in school when asked to read aloud, it wasn’t that I could not read, it was something I took no pleasure in doing. I would always leave reading assignments to last. I just really disliked reading. I think I rather writer than read.
As I reflect on my hatred of reading it is kind of weird because my mother use to read to me every night when I was younger and I liked it. I don’t know when or why I began to dislike reading. I can remember during my junior year of high school, I wanted to try out for varsity football team. I was truly dedicated to making the football team, knowing I had to bring my grades up to be eligible to play.
I had to complete one major assignment which was to read four chapters of a Greek mythology. I tried to cram all those readings into one night thinking, I got this, boy was I wrong. I quickly found that my study habits which have gotten me this far were no longer going to cut it. My poor study skills came crushing down on me and hard.
The day came when I was to get the official word that I made the team. I woke up that morning and walked over to the field to get ready for practice. I put on my helmet and pads only to be greeted by my coach with a very somber look on his face and hands out stretched saying not today Richard. I received your report card and your grade will not allow you to play.
That was the worst feeling in my life