Growing Up a Book Worm My love for reading began when I was introduced to my grade school librarian. Mrs. Nish, truly brought the books to life for her students. As a young reader, she opened my eyes to a world of fiction, nonfiction, fantasy, and mystery. At St. Vincent de Paul, students were encouraged to read a certain number of hours each year. This is when my love for reading flourished, because we had the opportunity to choose our own reading material. In having the opportunity to choose our
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Growing up in public school, I was always forced into overcrowded classrooms, undoubtedly filled with a diverse group of students. I quickly learned that each student had their own opinion or story to share and it was impossible to drown each one of them out. Always looking for a new friend and realizing there was no way around it, I decided to start listening. While I may not remember every lesson I was taught in world history, I will never forget meeting one of my dearest friends, bonding over
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Truett Cathy was born March 14th, 1921 in Eatonton, Georgia. He grew up in Eatonton, Georgia in a boarding home where he learned a lot of responsibility and money management. He grew during a tough time in the country, which was The Great Depression. Growing up during such a tough time had some disadvantages and advantages. Some advantages of growing up in The Great Depression was that he didn’t have a lot of money, so he had to learn how to make his own money. The ways he made money was by selling
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Jeannette decided to name her book The Glass Castle because of her unconventional childhood growing up. The title “Glass Castle” metaphorically symbolises her life of poverty and dysfunction growing up with her parents and their constantly changing lifestyle. This title reflects the fragile relationships she had with her family members which, if not handled properly; could have demolished her family much like a rock being thrown through a glass house at any given moment. The most memorable moment
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but adults know what it’s like to be young, and just how easy you have it. However kids only see that adults are respected, they get to do what they want, and they can drive, they are allowed to stay up late etc. all children want that. As children we are constantly being told what to do- go clean up your room, do your prep, those clothes aren’t appropriate- we feel as though we have no control over our own lives, we see how adults are in charge, they make the rules and regulations, so naturally we
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Growing up with an autistic brother (who was previously diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome) has caused for my life to have some unforgettable moments, such as the time he punched me in the nose when I didn’t remember the name of a radio station. Sometimes I feel like a punching bag; and he’s a bomb about to explode. However, I’d rather him punch me than a stranger on the streets. I’ve taken death threats and the chair that he tried to throw at me. I’ve seen him at his worst moments, and I’ve also seen
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I grew up in Carson City, Nevada. While I wasn't born there, I'll always consider it my home town and continue to have my fondest childhood memories there. Growing up in the Silver State was an experience I'll never forget; The winters were always cold and snowy, and the summers were always bearable. Even on the worst of days it was never a far drive to Tahoe for a swim. Everything you could need or want was in driving distance no matter if it was a beach day or a hiking trip out in the desert. Living
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Growing up in North Carolina traditionally a basketball state, I was supposed to grow up to love basketball and Michael Jordan, but raised by a football loving father basketball was seldom on our TV. The only basketball we ever watched was when South Carolina played on TV. Seeing how that almost never happened because they were so bad, I never watched basketball as child. I played YMCA basketball up until the third grade, quitting because I was not good, was undersized , and did not have love for
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Growing up in Hawaii I was labeled the “weird” kid. I was the one kid that instead of going to the beach, was instead sitting there typing away at a computer or reading a book quietly. Everyone around me would always ask why the computer screen in front of me seemed more interesting than the white sandy beaches right outside my window. The only answer I could ever come up with was “It just is.” After hearing that, people would just smile and look at me with eyes full of pity. Due to my differing
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went to the same schools growing up. I thought I finally had caught a break once I was enrolled in Sylvester Middle school in Burien, Washington. My mother’s first born had attended it, but as the school was seventh and eighth grade and we were two years apart, I had two years to myself at this school. I thought myself lucky, HE, no IT, wouldn’t be here I had thought. I was free I told myself. I readied myself for a new start, a fresh fun start. But how naive I was. I ended up with just about every
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