I Love Reading Essay

Oh how I hated reading writing. Learning how to read and write I think would have been an exciting experience for most. For me I hated reading and writing, no matter how much of a smile it put on my mothers’ face. Reading felt like and still feels like punishment to me. I mean seriously; I am thirty-seven years old and, I am still writing papers for a class I already took and passed with a ( B) plus average. On top of that this class would be added to the debt I am currently paying for. Now tell me that’s not punishment. Every year I had to take a city board test. I remember my teacher telling my mother I was in the lowest percentile. Since then I was forced to spend hours reading and writing from a popular learning book called “Hooked

My granny would take me everywhere. We went to the beach, carnivals, and the zoo. Every day was an adventure. My granny had a best friend whom grand daughter was coming to spend time with her as well. They thought it would be a good idea for all of us to hang out. Well normally I loved to play with other girls because around this time I was the only child, but this girl was a nerd. She wanted to read books and play school. Who in their right mind would want to play school in the summer time? She made me play the student, while she played the teacher. Every word I didn’t know she kept saying” oh my goodness you don’t that?” It felt as if I didn’t know nothing compared to this genius. As I listened to her grandmother brag to my granny, apparently she went to private school and was top of her class. She received all kinds of awards. My grandmother was praising this girl. Saying how proud she was of her. She even gave her a gift. This little girl even put me to shame by reciting Maya Angelo “I rise”. My granny was so pleased with her performance. They both were just showing this chick too much attention for me. I became jealous. I started showing my behind as they would call it. My grand mothers’ friend thought it was best for them to leave and, actually I felt the same. This chick tried to come to my granny’s home and, show me up.tuh, I kept thinking to myself “who did she think she was and, who the heck was Maya

Now here I was a thirty five year old Licensed practical nurse. All I could think of is why do I have to go back to school? I loved my job. I had no plans of furthering my career, but to my surprise we are being cast out of the hospitals. There’s also procedures we cannot perform that we have in the past; for example assessing the patient and starting intravenous injections. When I looked at the classes I had to take I thought oh English is nothing. I knew it was going to be a breeze. After all that’s my primary language. Well to my surprise my first paper had went through its menstrual cycle and, I don’t mean the light days but, the heavy fibroid kind. It was so much red ink I couldn’t even read my paper. I found out I was the queen of runoff sentences. My past tense and present was completely mixed together. I even had the joy of being teased by my friends seven year old as I did my parts of speech homework. On top of that I was used to writing with pen and paper; not on a computer. The worst part of all was when I was timed to write a paper. Now picture me typing with my two pointer fingers like a little kid. It was embarrassing. Everyone sounded like professionals. You know the type in the court rooms that don’t have to look down at their fingers. I wanted to give up. Those young girls were so intimidating, but the one thing I had that kept me was my life experiences. I had so many stories to tell in my essays that they even drew my teachers’