Fine, I admit it. I enjoy reading. I haven’t always had this problem. Back in high school, I found that a lot of my honors-classes colleagues were into The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. They would actually be reprimanded in the middle of class by teachers because they were reading this book instead of paying attention. Looking back, I find this fact astonishing: the dork level in my classroom was so high that people were yelled at for READING. Since I am an eternal contrarion, reading became despicable to me; and my friends during afternoon walks home would have to endur my endless rants involving the terms “fags”, “douchebags”, “smart-asses”, and “Wendy’s (This has nothing to do with reading, I was just really hungry after school)”.

So not only was I in classes in which reading was forced (which in itself is enough for me to start a rivalry with reading), but I was in a culture (honors classes) in which the thing that was being forced was thoroughly enjoyed by my peers. This put me at a disadvantage because the only things I enjoyed at that point were video games and porn. How I graduated while taking these sorts of classes is a miracle.

Now, several years later, I’m one semester away from a college degree. I have finally found the strength recently to open the cover and see what I’ve been missing. I have found that it isn’t all that bad….but I feel so dirty…please don’t judge me…