Pop Culture Essay

Oblivious I was humiliated. I was humiliated not by my colleagues nor my English teachers nor my classmates and friends, but I was humiliated by my own writing. As a young kid would ask, “who wants to sit down and read those boring and overwhelming books stacked up in the cabinet?” Well definitely not me. I describe my childhood as fun and exciting. I don't need to read nor to be read before bedtime because all I have to do is play and eat and get tired and be part of the "normal" kids in society. Somewhat, being literate at that developing years is not a part of that list. Yes, it was fun but I was unaware of the importance of learning early at a young age. Never did I know that when I grow up, along the way, I have to write and read effectively to be successful in life. Never did I imagine that reading could save me from the humiliation of writing a dull and fallacious essay. Never was I informed that reading could help me think critically and effectively; furthermore never did I perceive that in the future, one way or another, people would read the things that I write and criticize them. During these developing years in childhood, reading and learning early are very crucial in helping us build our literacy to become successful; thus, avoid getting embarrassed by our own writing. As a kid I’ve never realized the benefits of learning early. I wasn't born a writer. I wasn't even born a reader, but then again I believed my parents knew these all along when I was young. Only in my later years did I perceive that reading and writing was on the same page. Writers can't usually express themselves without knowing big words to illustrate what they're trying to say. My dad, who loves to read and write asserted that, “by reading, our brain can accumulate up ideas, words and concepts that can lead to a wide variety of basic knowledge.” Having that “basic knowledge” can help writers create ideas and convert them into words flawlessly. My father was aware of the benefits and advantages of learning and somehow attempted to instill me the habit of reading; although tried as he might, I didn’t intend to listen never recognizing the effects of being illiterate… Perhaps I didn’t really care after all… When I was in kindergarten, I took the school for granted; however, even though I hate reading or writing I excel in numbers. I consider myself intelligent as teachers kept complimenting me about sciences and math. In the other hand, I used to hate English because it sounds so tedious, I felt like its one of the most plain and dull subjects with all its structures and its concept. I remember giving my friend some money just to take notes for me because I keep falling asleep whenever the teacher kept putting long sentences on the board, and while us students have to write everything down word for word. I took advantage of my friend because he was always eager of writing, but most of all he was willing to learn unlike most of the students. This probably explained why everything is grounded into his mind while I on the other hand didn't know how to take notes effectively, but then again I was oblivious of its importance. As I was advancing to higher education I never knew what was coming to me, until I felt that being impervious and ignorant from becoming literate crushed down on me in an instant. By grade school everything seemed so new and overwhelmingly hard, especially English. I suffered because of my negligent. During these years, I realized that my writing skills were the worst. I couldn't even comprehend sentence structures and even basic grammar. I couldn't even write complex sentences. I never knew what's wrong or what’s missing with my education. I’m aware that I'm a fast learner but somehow this "simple" subject kept coming away from my grasp to master, until I realized that reading was the plain solution to my dilemma. I always knew that sooner or later I’m going to be bound to write a very long essay. During my fifth

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