This strip reminds me of the time when I first did a book report. We were nearing the end of our last semester in seventh grade and as a final project, our English teacher assigned each student a book that needs to be read and evaluated within a week. My book was Dracula by Bram Stoker. Back then, I wasn’t really a big reader. The only time I read was when I had to study my lessons; other than that, I shun away from books. “How can I possibly finish a 300-page book when a three-page essay already bores me to tears?” I asked myself. I just knew that with my lackluster attitude towards reading and my pitiful reading rate, I could never submit a respectable book report after a week. So to solve my quandary, I skimmed the first few pages and based my whole book report on the summary page of my paper back. The result? Well, amazingly, I got a B or a B minus. Not bad for a non-reader.

I wasn’t aware that by flipping through a few pages of Dracula a seed had been planted in me. If given the chance, I’d thank my English teacher for introducing me to a world that’s only limited by one’s imagination. Without her final project I would not have learned to love reading and, most especially, writing.