Why I Refuse To Read

“Hand your papers to the front please” is what Mrs. Thompson announced in another 10th English class where I did not write my paper. I thought to myself why I refused to write the papers but it always ended up coming back to two simple points. In general, I was rather lazy but other than that, I refused to write because I hated it. When it comes to English, I always had a tepid relationship with it. The mere thought of having to write, a skill that I not only lacked, but also was just something that I felt was unenjoyable, created contempt toward language that drove me away. This always created a hostile environment between literacy and me. Personally, I feel that over time I have learned traits about myself and have had experiences that has affected my literacy; however, I cannot say that is necessarily a positive change. Remembering the events that initially created then changed my views on literacy always bring me to the past. Back in Kindergarten, I was already reading chapter books, like Harry Potter, and spent most of my free time reading books. I would come home every day after school, sit in my rocking chair with my stuffed bear, and read books aloud or in my head to anyone that would listen. This gave me confidence in my abilities to read that taught me to utilize that confidence when reading, as this would ensure that I could be

My teacher would tell me that I was not applying myself and I just did not care enough, but I honestly felt that I could not understand the meanings of these stories and poems. This destroyed my confidence in reading. If I could not analyze the readings Romeo and Juliet and “The Most Dangerous Game”, how could I feel confident in my capabilities in reading and analyzing the stories that read? I would have conferences with the teachers to try to correct my shortcomings, but this only led me to become apathetic toward