The first time I read a book in English, and honestly a book in general, was in 5th grade. I grew up in the Republic of Georgia, went to a public school for most of my first four years, with teachers that didn’t really care if I paid attention or really, if I was there at all. It was hard for me to care when they didn’t seem to, I wasn’t motivated to do anything, and in fact it would be accurate to say that in those first four years, I didn’t learn anything. Finally, with about three months left in my fourth year, my parents talked to me about transferring to an English speaking school; I spoke English but could barely read or write. The whole thing seemed to be a daunting prospect but we decided that it would be for the best; and so, it was that in April of 2008, I transfered. This school was essentially perfect for me, it helped me get to a point where I wanted to read and so I did. When I opened up that first book, a whole world of possibilities opened up with it; a world which I would never willingly give up. I was only at this school for about a year before I moved again, beginning a long process of moving from school to school, jumping from place to place. Moving around, from country to country, was hard, but not so intimidating because I knew that the English language would always be there; that it would be my rock in a churning sea that would never stand still. That is one, of the many reasons that point to why I joined this English Class.
Since the day that I opened up that first book, English has kept me captivated, those words across the page have seemed like they are created through some otherworldly magic. English has fascinated me, the way that the letters weave and spin to create incredible stories that make us cry, laugh, and shout. The fact that I will never be able to let go of that magic, has led me to contemplate a career that centers around the English Language. Whether that will mean getting a...
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