Early English dilemmas.

I am hoping that if I submit a post earlier than later, then less people will read it. I am honestly not a shy or bashful person at all, but when it comes to writing it is hard for me to share, so here goes nothing. I wish I had learned to love english earlier on in my life. It was not until my senior year of high school that I really began to appreciate literature. Up until then I found very little value in reading. I think this lack of respect was partly caused by the depressing zeal expressed by my teachers. Every english class was the same, do research and write a paper on it. I find Professor McCoy's class very refreshing.