Why I began I do not remember. But I began to dramatize as I read. I guess I wanted to emphasize things into my memory. It worked well. I was actually using all my brain by doing so, so there were better memories that stretch across the brain. The brain would wake up, take heed, feel emotion, think and process, and the body was adding its two cents. People in the quiet reading rooms probably though I was crazy sitting there in silence reading with my arms dramatizing or traumatizing every word. My mouth too was in ever changing contortions as I silently yelled out passages of importance clashing them with the concepts.
It was a new world that opened up to me. I marveled at the possibilities. Lots of doors seemed to crack open to me to peer on the other side, doors that others freely went through but were closed to me. Like an indoor cat that peeks through the door you go though to an unknown vastness to explore.
But I had not yet succeeded at classes. Would I be able to stay a second semester? The first was almost over and I had just began to read. So I knew I would pass reading class. What about how to study and psychology. Finals were around the corner, it was too late to re-read all my texts, or at least every word. In the how to study class the teacher told a girl who had not read a text in one class to just read the first sentence of every paragraph of the book. I decided to try that for review. I had listened and taken my usual notes in class. The big day of proof was to come.
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