The Beginning

Some memories don't fade - they linger in the corner of your mind like the scent of old books or the screeching sound of chalk against the blackboard. The hustle and bustle of students running around the halls rushing to get to class on time before the bell rings. For me, it was only one class that peaked my interest: English. My English class was one of those memories, etched into my story with the ink of essays, the rustle of pages and the voices that brought literature to life.

It wasn't just a class. It was a space where words became worlds. It was the beginning where I found myself in love with the written word. During my school years, the reading assignments were The Great Gatsby, Of Mice and Men, The Scarlet Letter A, Roots and The Outsiders just to name a few. We watched movies affiliated with those classic books we read. 

It was a time when I fell in love with Classic Literature. To get lost in the written word, to drown in an entangled love story, to feel as if you are living their lives and to dive your nose deep into the pages leaving your soul carved in an everlasting love for literature forever.

I remember reading, The Outsiders: a timeless piece of young adult literature that continues to resonate with readers of all ages. A book that explores about class conflict, adolescence and coming of age. Growing up isn't easy, high school is torture and it is common in most areas where groups are divided and conflict lingers between the social classes that set us apart. In The Outsiders Johnny's last words were, "Stay Gold Ponyboy:" a message to hold onto one's innocence and goodness while facing the harsh experiences we may endure in the world: a classic that stays close to my heart.

Years have passed, but I still carry that class with me. It taught me to read between the lines, to listen more carefully and to express myself clearly and embrace authenticity. It wasn't just about grammar or literary devices; it was about connection - between author and reader, teacher and student, word and meaning.

English class was where I learned that words can heal, challenge, comfort and change. And every time I pick up a book or sit down to write, I hear echoes of that classroom and smile.