Since a very young age, I have loved learning. My sister, Jessica, started attending kindergarten when I was four years old. On that day, my father walked us to Jessica’s first day of kindergarten. She was excited, but when we were going to leave I said that I didn’t want to. I told my father that I wanted to go to school too, but my father said I wasn’t old enough. Being four at the time meant that I didn’t care about whether or not I was old enough. So I refused to leave and when my dad tried to take me home, I turned back around towards the school. My dad realized I wasn’t going to leave and he asked Jessica’s teacher if I could stay for awhile. Unfortunately the teacher said no because it was the first day and the kids needed to get used to their new classmates. …show more content…
This got me to leave and finally my father walked us back home. The next day, I got to go to school with my sister and learn with her and her classmates. I spent almost as much time at school as my sister and we worked on the same work or I sat and colored a picture. My dad has told me this story many times over the years and it pops into my head every now and again. Mostly it happens when I’m in class or I’m reading a book or an article; every time I remember it gives me pause. This is because I have been sitting in a classroom full of college students and we’re learning integrals and antiderivatives, and I feel like my four year old self again. I feel awe at the knowledge that humankind has acquired and I feel like I never want to leave that room. I have sat in my desk and thought, “I could sit here for hours and learn integrals or read a novel like the Great Gatsby or read about a new program created by students at