My Relationship with Reading

Growing up, I was encouraged to read. My parents were readers, so I wanted to be too. I may not have been the most proficient reader, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. My devotion to reading continued throughout elementary school and middle school. I enjoyed reading inside and outside of school, and I felt like I was getting better and better at reading and comprehension. Sadly, in ninth grade, my love for reading started to decline. The selections we studied in English class did not interest me, and I hated the lessons that accompanied each book. Reading was not interesting to me anymore, and I started to doubt my reading abilities altogether. However, in my twelfth-grade English class, my love for reading started to return. In class, we read a variety of genres and had more open discussions about the literature we were studying. I felt more empowered as a reader, and I started reading outside of school again. By the time I started college, I loved reading again, and I eventually changed my major to English so I could devote more time to the thing I loved.