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I honestly think that the greatest achievement of my teenage life was learning to read the newspaper. Not the act of reading itself, but finally seeing the point. Eventually, understanding the benefit of losing ten minutes of sleep to read the headlines, or sleeping ten minutes late to finish reading the op-ed's. I now have a thirst for the catching up and staying in the loop, and a constant want to have a more informed and equipped perspective to life.

This account is my introduction to the newspaper and my journey from only ever touching the newspaper to cover textbooks, to waiting for its arrival every single morning.

It begins with my twelve year old self absolutely refusing to read even the local gossip column of the newspaper because that is how much I detested it. It was, to me then, a hurdle I had to jump in order to get my mother to do my hair. It was just a nuisance to my morning routine and I wanted nothing to do with it.

I first interacted with them because of my mother’s insistence to be more "aware". But even then, my reading was limited to the daily comic section and even that was only to appease my mother. At that point, newspapers had absolutely no place in my life, they did not influence my grades or my interaction with my peers.