My brain works differently than a lot of other people. I skip around a lot going from idea to idea processing things at an ungodly rate. I think of my life, I think of my family’s life, I think of my friends’ life, I think of everyone’s life. I am a worrier. I sit and worry about what will happen, is this the right choice, is that the wrong one? These things clutter my mind 24/7 and never cease. Recently I started to think about my life a little more than I had before and I realized something quite large. I never really did anything for me. I always wanted the people around me to be happy. Constantly I find myself sacrificing one thing or the other just so someone else can be happy. Then another one of those stray thoughts came into my brain. All of my life I have been making my life altering decisions (such as what college to attend, what major to do, what job to have after college) just to satisfy the people around me. I was so worried about other people’s lives that I failed to recognize that I was unhappy in my decisions. My life wasn’t my life; it was someone else’s.Recently I was asked to write an essay about literacy answering questions such as “what affects your literacy”; “what molded your literacy”; “what events changed your perspective of literacy.” I sat down, booted up my computer and started typing. I listed off half a dozen or so events that I though was pertinent to the topic. Things like what got me hooked onto reading, teachers that influenced me, and other random things like that. In the essay towards the end I also included one of those life-altering events you have no control over, and event that I am not happy about but changed my life nonetheless. I brought my essay to class and had it revised in my group. This is when the astonishing things happened. Everyone responded most to the end of my essay. Out of my entire caree...
