My Name Is Chimezirim Amadi

Being the Curious four course old that I was, I darted translation the vocabulary not even so knowing what the words said or meant. The reason I did that was be bring I liked looking at the words, windering what It said, I was too preserve to ask anyone to teach me how to read, so I tried to teach myself. I never wanted anyone to see me reading because I did not sympathise anything I was reading. At nighttime when everyone went to sleep, I snuck out of my bed, went and got the dictionary, and started looking and reading the words out loud one by one. One night I snuck out, and my father heard a little voice talking.He snuck everywhere behind me ND asked what I was doing. I tried to hide the dictionary but he grabbed it and asked what was I doing liquid body substanceh it, I was stunned and speechless, I was so speechless that I started mumbling. I mumbled all the way to my room. The next morning, righteousness before he went to work he told my mom what happened. My mom con tumacious to sit me down and ask me about the situation, finally I was develop to face the truth. That was when I told her, I wanted to learn how to read. She smiled and told me I did not have to be shy about It, so she bought me most blue to read countersigns with pictures and theseHUGE words. It was excellent to read books with so much art. I love reading and everything thing about it, so much that by the hop on of eight I started making my own fiction books. First I told my mom to buy me a big composition book with distinguish new colored pencils, crayons and markers so that I could make an Illustrated book, she said no, I should Just use blank paper and the art supply I already had. I begged her so more times and I unbroken getting the same answer NO. When my dad came home from work. Asked him and he said yes, so he took me to Wall-Mart and bought me a full set.I as so excited to make my own book. But the only thing was that I could not very think of anything to write a bout. I sat in my room for twenty minutes thinking, so I started drawing this vast monster and that was when I figured out what my story line was. I loved to write and draw, so every category until the age of thirteen, I made an Illustrated book. When I was thirteen, there was a contest for junior writers and whoever won the contest gets five hundred dollars. Immediately when I heard of the contest, I joined. The end result was that I lost.I was so disappointed in myself cause I thought I was a good writer. Even though I did not win, my teacher read my story and gave it to the Literary powder store In my school and they loved It. They put It as a romance page story so that everyone can see what a keen writer I was. I did not think I was a good writer after I lost that contest, even though I did make 1 OFF stories. I thought I was not going to write for pleasure again, until I got to sophomore year of exalted school. When I became a sophomore, I Joined the year book club. Our te acher assigned each person a Job to do.I really wanted to be the one to take all the strictures, but she headstrong to put me in charge of constitution the cover garner and some photo captions. I told her that I was a terrible writer and she should transmit me, but she disagreed. I stalled on piece of writing the cover letter for twain months because not only could I not think of anything to write, but I did not want to write for pleasure. One boring day, I indomitable to sit down and write my cover letter, It went from it being a compulsion to pleasure. When I started writing the cover letter, I could not stop.I had so many ideas running through my head that I Just kept writing and it felt good. The next day I handed the cover letter to my teacher, she read it and she thought it was remarkable. It was so remarkable that she had to read it to the whole class. I felt like I accomplished something. My senior year of racy school, we started learning about Shakespearean most ext raordinary profligacy, Hamlet. The longest play Shakespeare ever wrote and also one of the greatest story in side of meat literature. The story of Hamlet is about a prince who grieves of his fathers death.His mother Queen Gertrude marries his uncle Claudia, who killed his father. The tint of the late king kept appearing to Hamlet to tell him that Claudia poisoned him in the garden so that he could become king. Hamlet decides to get penalize on his uncle. He killed Polonium because he was eavesdropping. Aphelia, Poloniums daughter drowns herself because Hamlet lot her to madness with his confusion of his love for her. Poloniums son Alerts returns to Denmark for revenge of his father and his sisters death. A battle took place in the castle, to end with the death of Hamlet, Gertrude, Alerts, and Claudia.Hamlet was such an authoritative play to me because Hamlet was hell bent on revenge and his wit and determination reminded me of myself. I was so influenced, for my senior paper in high school, I wrote a 21st century story similar to Hamlet. English as a subject has had an ongoing role in my life. From read the dictionary and not knowing anything it said, to making my own illustrated stories and to Just writing for pleasure. English has had a remarkable influence in my life. I everlastingly had a personal connection with English since my childhood to the present.