Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash I haven’t blogged in a while. For two years, I put this blog on private as I’d no longer had the willpower to push out blog posts the way that I did six years ago. I write a little more about this in my blog post Why Do You Do… ? Recently, I have revamped my blog. I have unpublished posts that didn’t reflect who I was then or who I am now, or those that felt too personal to share ‘out there’. I also removed posts I wrote just for the sake of posting content and main taining an audience, even when inauthentic to me. It means more to me that others feel the value and quality of what I share rather than the quantity. I am not sure how often I will post, all I know is when the inspiration and curiosity strike, that’s when it will occur. My intention for this blog is to lead with more spontaneity than usual, structured content, along with transparency, authenticity, and vulnerability to whatever degree feels right. My inte...
Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs.
This week's photo prompt made me think about my time in libraries and reading.
In elementary school, we did D.E.A.R (Drop Everything And Read) every day—except Wednesdays. For about 30 minutes or so, we (the students and teacher) had quiet time to ourselves to catch up on our reading.
It was a requirement for students to have a book in their backpack. I didn't care much about reading in my younger years. Most of the time, I would get books from home and re-read them again at school.
As time grew on, my disliking for reading began to evolve, especially in 7th grade. My ELA teacher, Ms. Wicks, took my 6th-period class every two weeks to the school library.
Once we got to the library, we had to check out a book, then proceed to read it or read the book some of us had brought with them.
She also gave many book recommendations, so many of her students would check the authors that she recommended.
Books were almost always OUT because so many people, including myself, would check them out them weekly.
Quiet Times
Every morning, my sister and I would go to the library, sit on a couch, do homework, study, and sometimes play games.
View other Sepia Saturday bloggers posts to this theme here.
Thanks for reading,
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This week's photo prompt made me think about my time in libraries and reading.
In elementary school, we did D.E.A.R (Drop Everything And Read) every day—except Wednesdays. For about 30 minutes or so, we (the students and teacher) had quiet time to ourselves to catch up on our reading.
It was a requirement for students to have a book in their backpack. I didn't care much about reading in my younger years. Most of the time, I would get books from home and re-read them again at school.
As time grew on, my disliking for reading began to evolve, especially in 7th grade. My ELA teacher, Ms. Wicks, took my 6th-period class every two weeks to the school library.
Once we got to the library, we had to check out a book, then proceed to read it or read the book some of us had brought with them.
She also gave many book recommendations, so many of her students would check the authors that she recommended.
Books were almost always OUT because so many people, including myself, would check them out them weekly.
Quiet Times
Every morning, my sister and I would go to the library, sit on a couch, do homework, study, and sometimes play games.
View other Sepia Saturday bloggers posts to this theme here.
Thanks for reading,
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