I never really liked reading, really.
Every now and then, I always analyze and try to make a decent theory why a person would be averse to read, something that would be in consonance to everyday living or even perhaps—humanity. And so here goes my theory: Back when I was still a toddler, I was enrolled at OB montessori for Junior Casa I, where they teach you how to pour from a glass pitcher into two glasses, how to tie shoelaces, how to button clothes, and even how to polish shoes, they teach you basic vocabulary through application—I learned the meaning of the word ‘fragrant’ and ‘pungent’ when the teacher made us smell 2 bottles, one with a pleasant scent, and the other not so much. So back to my theory, I only lasted 1 year in that school, 1 year would even be an overstatement of fact since half the time I was absent since I was a lazy child. (probably up to now haha) The only thing I learned from Junior Casa were practical and motor skills, not reading. So I only lasted a year from that school then I was transferred to a pre-school near our house (Piagetian Guided School) and lo and behold, they promoted me instantly to Kinder 2. Tadaaaa. And so the so-called promotion became a struggle for me since most of them already knew how to read. (to be continued)
