My final educational background is that of a middle school graduate and high school dropout, which is rare in today’s age of full college enrollment. Above all, my natural dislike of interacting with people and my fragile mentality, which was as fragile as thin ice, led me to retire from school.
Having been bullied in elementary school, I generally did not choose to spend my school days in the nurse’s office, but instead spent my days in the school library, where there was no librarian. Thankfully, after a year or so of bullying, I was able to read a wide variety of genres of books.
Eventually, reading had become an area that could be considered a hobby. I was not as stoic as many of my seniors, but I think I consistently read a few books a month. And now that the epidemic has settled down a bit, I have a little more time on my hands and have started to pick up more books.
I’ve heard various writers say that keeping a reading notebook helps the brain retain more of what you read. Come to think of it, there were many books whose titles I could remember, but not the details of their contents. On the other hand, he can talk about TV dramas he watched when he was young until his companion says, “I’m full of it. In order not to be swayed by the vagaries of memory, I decided to keep a record of the books I have come across, although it is not my position to comment on them.
I am well aware of the infinite number of social networking sites and blogs that exist in this online society, so I will write this not to show anyone, but to look back on it myself, and to leave a little bit of my feelings somewhere in the world.
I am not a good writer by nature, and I am sorry for those of you who may have found this blog by mistake, but if you have taken any notice of it, I will try to update it, though irregularly, and I hope you will bear with me.
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