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College Admissions Essay: Learning To Read
Like most kids might say, I don’t remember not being able to read. For as long as I can remember, I was always reading. I very often saw my parents reading to my younger sister or just to themselves. My love for reading has changed a lot over the years, but I believe that’s why I learned so early. I wanted to be just like my parents or other adults that read on their own whenever they have time. I thought I would enjoy it, and I was right. At a very young age, I found my love for reading. I learned to read at age three, and I read to myself nightly ever since I went into preschool. My reading level progressed very quickly. I loved the feeling of being able to finish a challenging book on my own at that age. Going into preschool, I can remember being one of the only kids who could read, so clearly, I felt like I should show off my skills to the other preschoolers. After preschool, I was thrilled to go to kindergarten so everyone in my class would …show more content…
High school finally came. Which means more homework, more friends, more sporting events, and so on. All of the extra homework and social activities, that I didn’t previously have, made it extremely hard to leave time for enough sleep at night, let alone reading. I became so busy that I just completely forgot about reading for fun, even though it used to be one of my favorite pastimes. Now I read only if it's required for class, although I normally try to get away with doing the bare minimum of the work. Even though I didn’t read much at all, this doesn’t mean I didn’t make time for it even so often. I read during the summer if I get a chance. I can usually get two books in by the end of summer, if I’m lucky. I do feel as though my lack of reading has affected me in class or just everyday life. I believe I would know more and do better in school if I continued to read like I used to before high school came

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