My Passion For Reading

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From a young age, I knew that reading was essential to living, but had been rather discouraged from reading for pleasure, due to the environment in which reading was taught. I was put into lower level reading classes and the expectation was lower than what I knew I was capable of. Reading had become a task that meant little to me until I met my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Bassler. With his influence, reading was something brand new and exciting that was not as enticing before. The challenge that literature posed before was utterly destroyed and I became an entirely different person, the person that I am today, writing about my passion for literature. The person who went from the uninspiring lower level reading classes to excelling in advance placement…show more content…
While many people believe that literature has no merit, my empathy with the world has been forever changed because of its impacts. Like many students, I was discouraged when it came to literature because of how I was treated within my academic career. It was my experience with my sixth grade English teacher that laid my foundations of my passion, even though I fell back into that slump of disliking literature, and school in general, that many high school students struggle with. My passion returned in the form of my eleventh grade teacher Ms. Richard. She, as I jokingly say, put “fear in me” that if I did not do well I would disappoint her, and for some reason that was not an option. I wanted to prove myself to her and to the rest of the school. I did her long, tedious assignments and spoke in class even when I was horribly afraid to. Then she assigned us a literary analysis paper, that had to be eleven pages in length and we also had to annotate a book. I was fortunate enough to get The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I do not…show more content…
It was rather difficult to feel connected to other humans and their feelings, especially when I have not felt the exact same as others. However, when it comes to literature, I am connected in multiple ways that I cannot help but to laugh and cry with the main characters. One of the works that I have come to connect with recently being T.S. Elliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, a poem about love that is not all too lighthearted. Two lines stuck with me throughout the poem, when Prufrock mentions “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. / I do not think that they will sing to me.” My analysis of these lines is why this poem resonates so deeply with me. I believe these lines are alluding to his dreams, being as mermaids are beings of imagination and fantasy, and how he believes he will never achieve them. I feel strongly with this allusion, chasing my own mermaids and being not too sure if they should sing to me either. My empathy from years of reading literature has adapted my mind to the fear of failure that many humans, especially writers, are afflicted with. A fear that I share because of the adaptation done to my mind through years of reading and analysis. It is this change within me that has impacted who I am and one of the many reasons I believe that literature has
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