Student Stories about Reading

It’s a cold February night – a Sunday, to be exact – in my student house on campus, and I am surrounded by a house full of girls partying in the kitchen...

I am in Bath, England. It is a beautiful summery day, and I see a sea of colourful floral dresses pass me as the glorious sun shines down on us...

6:42 AM: Jake rifled through his heavy canvas bag. Clumsy and ineffective. His eyes, hardly open and still sprinkled with sleep sand...

Jake’s heart thumped heavily in his chest. He looked around wide-eyed and brimming with excitement. He inspected the metallic beast surrounding him...

It’s likely that I’ve got a paper coming up, one I don’t care for too much or one that is pissing me off...

I’m in a hammock on a beach, blue sky above, white sand below, and a salty ocean lightly lapping on the shore a few metres away...

I close my door and lock it tightly behind me. I ensure that I’m not in a position to be frequently interrupted before I climb into my bed and open my book...

The utopian reading experience is more mental than physical. In my own experiences, achieving the perfect reading environment is difficult if not impossible...

To be honest, most of my university reading experience didn’t really exist—I think I’ve read maybe 30% of the required texts for courses...

In a perfect world, I’d be able to choose my own course texts (within reason) once given the topic of the course...

Even possessing a love of literature, the reality of reading for an English class on an average day can be a complicated one...

Delving into the worlds of each and every text we read is a fantasy. Having the time, focus and ability to immerse oneself into the text...