For as long as I can remember I have loved reading. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, it doesn’t really matter to me. I remember my mom trying to teach me how to read when I was three. I started off reading small Dr. Suess books and then it was on to newspapers and chapter books. One of my all-time favorite books when I was a kid was Junie B. Jones. I read all of the books with her name at the beginning of the title. Reading was a way for me to escape from reality. It’s like I would get lost in the books. I’d spend hours reading. At times I felt like I was the characters in the book. Reading exposed me to many different situations and outcomes, and it broadened my vocabulary. In a way reading helped me prepare for the real world. People usually …show more content…
Not to mention it was the middle of December and my schools heater was broken. My anxiousness for school to be over also probably had something to do with the fact that English is my least favorite subject. I didn’t really dislike English but I was never really good at it. For some reason, where to put a comma just doesn’t stick with me. I knew from the time I walked in the classroom that my teacher was about to give us this lame writing assignment that I had no interest in doing. My Snickers candy bar that I got from the vending machine on my way to class was literally the only thing giving me life at that point. For some reason my energy always hit an all-time low when it was almost time to go home. All around me I heard the whispers of my classmates. They were all chatting about what they were doing this weekend. My teacher took role and walked around the class talking for a while. He finally made his way up to the board and wrote the prompt. “How do you feel like you are different from others?” I felt surprised that my teacher had given such as an easy prompt. I could list a million ways I felt different from everyone at my school, from everyone in my