Personal Narrative: My Love of Knowledge

There is light in the room. It comes from the light on the table. There is a bed next to the table. The other side of the bed is a bookshelf. Several books were gone on the shelf. Some people are scattered in front of the bookshelf, others are piled on the table, others were sitting in the chair in front of the table. This book, J. R.'s ring scholarship. Turkien. At 2 am, the boy is 8 years old and just got to sleep. That boy is mine.

In a nutshell: I am scared. I am a bit calm only when I can completely turn my attention to another task. This is love for my computer, love for my science, and love for my general knowledge. That is why I am often a greedy reader. By moving yourself to another world, I can temporarily hide the devil. It is difficult to fully explain the pure fear that one experienced unless you experienced it. For a moment, late at night, alone in my room, to wear tangled things or to make a mistake, or because I asked me to change me and jump to tears Gao Tian I pray to you. Please solve my problem. I will be like him

I also like knowledge, study, and even formal education. This is my job. I like this process. In addition to acquiring my degree, I got a master's degree and a doctorate. Oh, I am a professor for 12 years. Knowledge and learning are my passion. When I am 12, my annoying passion insists on telling me "Three things she has learned today".

Should my child attend college? - From former professor who tried to solve this problem by running number and reference of Einstein pair

I like to write. I like to write. I like to share my knowledge and ideas with others. But writing for me is always more than love, and that is always the best need. It does not mean "This is my passion and I will die without it," but I feel like I'd actually die * unless I talk about what the black world is like. I am grateful that I like my job and have the opportunity to speak with a very small number of people, but in 2017 I can say honestly that there is little pleasure in particular. I am writing to listen to it. Write a letter to a person who can not hear it. Happiness I occasionally get at work comes from other people - especially black women - and I finally hear their feelings in my work.