I blame Pizza Hut.
I am an intellectual. The question is, why?
To say it is purely genes would seem untrue. Knowledge isn't genetic. I'm not saying they had no impact; my dad is a bit of a reader, and my mom is a bit of a reader. As are my siblings.
So is it the way I was raised? Perhaps. In high school, I had a couple thousand-page novels under my belt. I had already read several hundred page books by fifth grade. I had broken two-hundred page books by third . . . and I remember Goosebumps, typically a 100 page-book, prompting me to ask the teacher whether I was pronouncing 'disheveled' correctly in first grade.
But I don't remember my parents reading with me that much (which is probably more lack of memory than lack of it happening). Still I am forced to the following conclusion.
Pizza Hut did it.
I love food. I love spicy food, I love sour food. I love greasy food. And this I know is a trait brought forth from childhood. The book-it program, in particular, is what I'm pointing my finger at. Read ten small books and send it to the teacher, and they give you a coupon for a personal pan pizza (which, in first grade, was serious business). Since I got my meal for free, it was easy for my mom to get together with a friend and her son, and we'd all go out for Pizza Hut and a movie.
Heh. It's probably not really that a big a role.
But I ask you.
Why do so many college men eat pizza and drink Mountain Dew?
It couldn't possibly be because Pizza Hut doesn't serve Coke.
To say it is purely genes would seem untrue. Knowledge isn't genetic. I'm not saying they had no impact; my dad is a bit of a reader, and my mom is a bit of a reader. As are my siblings.
So is it the way I was raised? Perhaps. In high school, I had a couple thousand-page novels under my belt. I had already read several hundred page books by fifth grade. I had broken two-hundred page books by third . . . and I remember Goosebumps, typically a 100 page-book, prompting me to ask the teacher whether I was pronouncing 'disheveled' correctly in first grade.
But I don't remember my parents reading with me that much (which is probably more lack of memory than lack of it happening). Still I am forced to the following conclusion.
Pizza Hut did it.
I love food. I love spicy food, I love sour food. I love greasy food. And this I know is a trait brought forth from childhood. The book-it program, in particular, is what I'm pointing my finger at. Read ten small books and send it to the teacher, and they give you a coupon for a personal pan pizza (which, in first grade, was serious business). Since I got my meal for free, it was easy for my mom to get together with a friend and her son, and we'd all go out for Pizza Hut and a movie.
Heh. It's probably not really that a big a role.
But I ask you.
Why do so many college men eat pizza and drink Mountain Dew?
It couldn't possibly be because Pizza Hut doesn't serve Coke.