Literacy

Letters become words, words turn into sentences, sentences evolve to be paragraphs, paragraphs then reform to essays, and eventually essays assemble to be books. Books are often the way we passed on our ideas, historical events, and our pasts through generations to generations. This kind of structure is mostly the same across countries. It is a world-wide constitution. To get access into this constitution, reading is the doorway of it.

As a child, I must say that I hate reading as much as oil could never blend with water, sun and moon could never be seen on the same sky. However, I would love to talk if there was an audience around me. My words seem to over power the muscular frame of my mouth which they come and go as they please while informing many of much. It took awhile to learn to be a good listener rather than just keep talking like an Avtomat Kalashnikova is fully loaded and keep firing. Whether using voices to express my feeling, I learned to use writing to convey my emotional thoughts. With the intention of writing a gloriously essay, reading is an essential step. However, I hated reading so much as I said in the beginning, how could I manage it?

The transitions between hate readings to love readings occurred when I was in the end of my middle school. Same as many other schools, our schools require the students did a lot of writings during the academic year. In our writing class, each semester we were assumed to hand in at least eight essays. The school set up a system, each paper was only tolerated to write during two classes. After these, student must able to hand in the essay with six hundreds words and start a whole new topic. There was no allowance or exclusion. It was an unbearable, ridiculous unreachable goal for me. My writing was always around the bottom line. Some of the rudeness teachers might even wrote “Chaos” or “Rubbish” after they read my writing. I did not want to be a parasite, live under someone or something in its lifetime. I wanted to reach the sky with all honorable claps and cheers.

In a fortuitous opportunity, I met books and fell into a fascinated period. My mother is a fanatic of romantic fiction which she is consistently reading novel. She usually goes to library borrow it herself after she is done from work. However, there was one time that she wasn’t able to go to the library