Thanks to Tuesdays with Morrie

Speaking from a past point of view, whenever I would hear the word 'reading', an unintentional, yet natural sigh would immediately follow. To me, reading was just a complete and utter hassle. The definition of pure torture. Reading, in its clearest depiction, sounded like nails on a chalk board. I would easily become overwhelmed by the jumble of words, non of which were my own. I would feel trapped in the dingy-smelling, stained-at-the-corners pages of a story I had not wished to be a part of. The vision of any book in my hands continued to grow blurry, as my stare remained fixated with my desktop computer ahead. Those minuscule letters being pressed together into words were absorbed by my eyes, yet not processed by my mind. The only thoughts I can now recall were those of curiosity and panic of what I was missing out on online while my friends endlessly chatted away without me.
And so, I read, or at least attempted to. Only because I had to. It was required of me by my English teachers who were out to get me. Having such a task as reading successfully distorted my image of each of my teachers' abilities to help me grow as not just an intellect, but as a well-rounded being within society.
Flash forward a few years... Maybe it's thanks to given time, or quite possibly hypnosis in my sleep, but today I'll admit it... I enjoy reading. It was not so much a liking that grew stronger every day, but one that came about out of the blue. I believe this resulted from reading a novel by Mitch Albom, called Tuesdays with Morrie. This happened to be a story which I actually found interesting, and yes it was a school requirement. One book in particular aided me in my escape from a self-absorbed teen-age world. My fascination is not solely because of the occasional comfort I find in stories about humans with issues of their own, but it expands my view of concerned people who may be much alike to, but other than myself or my friends. I don't need to experience the repetitiveness of the life I live everyday, so I indulge myself in a stranger's world and learn from it. Of all types of assignments, it was one for summer reading that helped me discover my appreciation of reading.