Book Worm

Or at least I used to be.

I used to consume books like runners consume a 100 meter dash, at full speed. I started my run of books when I was four, wrote my first book report at five, and delved into my first book series at six. It was the Little House in the Prairie books, and I would read them to my mom every night before bed until we finally finished. I must have proved myself sufficient, because those were the last of the bedtime stories. From then on I self-administered Junie B. Jones, Magic Tree House, Judy Bloom, and my favorite: Where the Red Fern Grows. I've probably read that one at least four times. In eighth grade I finished my first classics: Wuthering Heights, Midsummer Night's Dream, and As You Like It.

Lately, I haven't had the time. The last book I read took me two months. I have a stack of bedtime stories--Stephen King, Anne Lammott, Kurt Vonnegut--beckoning to me from my nightstand. They are being side-stepped by Brinkley's "American History", Campbell and Reece's "Biology", and Princeton Reviews.

The highest offender by far: Zuckerburg's "Facebook." I, and many teens alike, get sucked in for hours. Time flies by when your Facebook-stalking--our generation's version of fun. It's not only cut into my reading time, but my prayer time, homework time, and ironically enough, time with my friends! Facebook, the site to keep friends "connected", has made me lose connection with most of them. I go through their photos and their walls, and I feel caught up in their lives. I have nothing against Facebook, I think it's a great thing, but only in moderation.

So today I admit: I am a Facebook-worm, and I am going to try to eat my way out of this one cold turkey. I deactivated my account until June, and I'm sure I'll be feeling the withdrawals. But for my grade's, my friend's, and my faith's sake I am going to stay connected by disconnecting, maybe even for good.

I'm Kat,and beginning 35 minutes ago, I'm Freckled, Faulty, and Facebook-free!

P.S. I might even be posting more often too!