Name: Leah
Age: 17Favorite foods: Ice cream.
Favorite childhood author: Judy Bloom
I am 18 and a Freshman in College, so I have precious time to read, but when I do, I make it count. My family members are a huge part of my life.
My dog, Marshall, can always make me smile, "best friend" doesn't even begin to describe the amount of love that I have for my dog.
I respectfully blame my mom, and my godmother for my love of reading. I can't remember a birthday where I haven't gotten a book. I don't know when I started reading, probably around first grade. I used to love reading in class especially when my teacher is talking, although I've learned that teachers frown upon that. I remember one time, when I was in third grade, I was so into a book that I read throughout the entire class, not even bothering to hide the book under my desk. My third grade teacher called me out - and he had every right to do so - and told me, in front of the entire class, that he would bet me five dollars that I didn't know what page in the math text book that we were working on. I looked up, not being afraid to show my annoyance at his ability to disrupt my reading, and said "You told us to turn to page 597. You owe me five dollars." and continued to read. He made some excuse about the bet not being real, because we didn't shake on it, and he took my book. I've forgiven him for taking my book away from me, I got it back eventually, but he still owes me five dollars. I've grown out of my reading-during-class stage, and have started actually paying attention to my teachers now. Sometimes they actually have something important to say. Sometimes.
My dog, Marshall, can always make me smile, "best friend" doesn't even begin to describe the amount of love that I have for my dog.
I respectfully blame my mom, and my godmother for my love of reading. I can't remember a birthday where I haven't gotten a book. I don't know when I started reading, probably around first grade. I used to love reading in class especially when my teacher is talking, although I've learned that teachers frown upon that. I remember one time, when I was in third grade, I was so into a book that I read throughout the entire class, not even bothering to hide the book under my desk. My third grade teacher called me out - and he had every right to do so - and told me, in front of the entire class, that he would bet me five dollars that I didn't know what page in the math text book that we were working on. I looked up, not being afraid to show my annoyance at his ability to disrupt my reading, and said "You told us to turn to page 597. You owe me five dollars." and continued to read. He made some excuse about the bet not being real, because we didn't shake on it, and he took my book. I've forgiven him for taking my book away from me, I got it back eventually, but he still owes me five dollars. I've grown out of my reading-during-class stage, and have started actually paying attention to my teachers now. Sometimes they actually have something important to say. Sometimes.
