THE FIRST TIME I FELL IN LOVE
I learned English when I was four years old.
After some careful instruction, I successfully wrote my first sentence in junior kindergarten with Mrs. Peters watching over me.
I remember looking down at the paper, oddly emotional and confused about it.
My pocket-sized mind then acknowledged the following truths:
- Writing is beautiful.
- Language is powerful.
- Words are life-changing.
That was the first time I thought: I want to change the world with words. Continue reading “Why I Dropped Out of Queen’s University”