Normally in everyday life, I don’t usually read books, but sometimes there are times when I do. This usually happens when I see something that catches my attention or if the teachers ask me to pass the class. In fact, the interest in reading these books that I am talking about comes from other platforms such as YouTube. I usually watch videos of explanations, curious things, and things that you did not realize about series or movies that have been created thanks to their corresponding books. There is where the desire to know more about those stories through their books is born in me. I also like to read comics and manga. But as I mentioned before, I don’t resort to reading that much. There was a time when I read a lot something that was like a comic and manga at the same time. I got so hooked back then reading those stories because I felt trapped by their protagonists and the experiences they lived. But there was something that made me regret it. To be exact, I regret choosing to read one of those stories with a genre that I don’t remember what it was called, but what I do remember is that I came to hate that genre of reading a lot. It was about deceit, injustice, impudence, and other things that I would not like to write about here; all this was taken to the maximum. Reading that made me feel sick that I had to stop reading that kind of genre. To this day I don’t understand how those stories were so like that but at the same time so engaging. Leaving that aside, I would like to say that I used to write a fantasy story that was going to be made into a game. We thought about this idea with a friend, but in the end, we didn’t do much. The basis of the story is done, but there is still much more to write in my opinion. If you were wondering what my friend was going to do in this project, well, he was going to be in charge of making the game itself. Although I also wanted to put my hands in there because I was also interested in game programming. To be honest, right now my mind is blank when I think about what I learned in my English classes in my country. I don’t know if this is because many years have passed since then or if I just didn’t pay attention to those classes back then. If so, I would say it was because back then maybe my old self thought “hmm I don’t think this is so necessary to learn” (although I accept it, it’s an excuse). To further support this idea, I would say that normally you didn’t see anyone speak English or you didn’t see that it was so necessary at work in my country. Everything I’m saying from the perspective of my old self who was like 12 or 13 years old. The truth is that I don’t remember the real reason why my mind went blank when I thought about this. I do remember through my memories seeing the books I read or the tests I took. For you to understand what I mean, I only remember that material, object, and letters. I don’t remember if I learned it, the reflections I had or how I was improving my English. Lastly, I would like to say that I feel prepared for this English class, I like the atmosphere and the teacher. Although sometimes there is a lot of noise, I understand, because that’s how I would be if I were with my friends in class.