Personal Essay About Learning English

I can never remember the first time I learned to write the English language or even speak it but I do remember the first time I enjoyed learning how to write and speak English. For as long as I can remember my uncle always played rock music throughout his and our daily life. He would play rock on our route to school, when he comes home, and even when he sleeps. I hated the noise for a very long time and then something eventually clicked. Something that sounded so awful now sounded wonderful and I became engrossed in it. Suddenly, I began to appreciate the noise I once hated and began to listen to the songs and even copy down the lyrics and ask teachers and families and teachers alike what these words and phrases meant. It was at this moment that I started to enjoy English and picked up on it quickly. This was the moment that would start a chain reaction to the way I spent my childhood learning English. Thinking about it now I realize how much I

For the most part, the only type of music I heard throughout my childhood was Korean pop music and some Korean Christian songs but the day I learned about rock was around the first grade when my uncle first bought his stereo. From then on, he would constantly blast various artists throughout the house from his cologne infested room and even began to sing at the top of his lungs when he came back from his college classes. I absolutely despised it. It was a constant barrage of Metallica, ACDC, Led Zepplin, etcetera. I could not understand why someone would ever listen to such loud and obnoxious noise. Then it happened. I do not know why but suddenly I started to love rock. It was when my uncle first played Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones that I started to love rock. I do not know what that trigger was but suddenly rock just clicked into my brain and I began to grow an everlasting appreciation for