Every time I hear, “reading assignment” come out any of my teacher’s mouth it would bring an uneasy feeling to my stomach. Not only did I have a disinterest for reading, but I equally have hatred towards writing too. Things like horrible readings, Sports, and even not knowing my identity was reasons that made me not appreciate reading and writing.
Ever since I was little kid, I have never had the desire to read but on the other hand my older brother Clint did. At the age of six, he was able to sit down and read an entire Harry Potter book in a matter of days. Didn’t matter what time of day it was, you wouldn’t find him once put down that stinking darn book. At times he was able to read anywhere …show more content…
I have always had an act for trying new things and learning a whole bunch of sports that I would never think I’d even be good at. My love for basketball, soccer and baseball soon emerged into my life. I was so fixated on becoming the best I could be out of these three sports, that I put reading on the back burner. Every day when I came home from middle school, I would always practice any sport I can from the moment I got home up until dinnertime. Parents would be yelling, “do your homework” And my response would always be “ In a minute …show more content…
During high school, I would have a hard time trying to formally write a paper because normally I have a bunch of thoughts on my mind and can’t form a proper sentence. For me, writing there is no concrete answer. Every essay that I have ever written was free flowing; whatever came to my head was immediately written down. I have never had a concrete course that requires a step-by-step instruction on how to write a formal essay. I’m constantly rewriting my essays over and over again because every time it’s poorly structured. Normally the essays that we had to write were long and Instantaneously, while working on the paper, I would shut down so easily. Many times I would look for any type of excuse in the book to get out of papers because I was so frightened by them. I would goes as far as to associating writing with the devil. Writing and me don’t go hand and