Personal Narrative: Reading Through High School

As a young boy reading was never an exciting activity for me. Since the first day I began reading proficiently in the first grade all the way through high school, reading was always a chore. Novel after novel we read in class in which I found myself dozing off into the distance dreaming about everything but reading. The only books I’ve ever enjoyed to this day continue to be Magic Tree House, but after 3rd grade the story line begins to repeat and mock the others, kind of like a Capri sun after drinking them your entire childhood. However, the one thing that those books taught me is that a surprise can always be right around the corner. Fast forward 7 years to my sophomore year of high school. My interest in the stock market and financials is the only that gets me excited about coming to schools. I found myself monitoring stocks throughout the day and following market trends by night. I was hot for wall street and wanted to know more and more so I could understand the market. I began surfing the web for any kind of info I could get to feed my hunger. I was reading article after
I needed to be able to read and study stock charts like the ones the country saw plummeting since 2008. I was reading charts like books right one right after another. Analyzing every jagged point and pit on the chart like little kid reading the hardy boys trying to solve a hot trailed mystery. I simply couldn’t get enough. For the first time in my life I found myself enjoying to read. It wasn’t in the ordinary way that most high school kids enjoy. I wasn’t reading hunger games gossiping about Peta and Jennifer Lawrence’s character that she played in the movies. I was rambling on and on about GoPro and Alibaba and how they couldn’t be beat on wall street. I was loving the story that the stocks told. They made me want to know what was around the corner, but in my case that was a story only time could