For as long as I could remember, I've always had my head in the clouds. My mind was a machine, an imaginative enigma only I understood and had access to. All day, every day, I would make up stories in my head, characters, and plot points, new worlds and old, finding solace in the one thing that I had absolute control over. This vivid power was enhanced by the books that I consumed and the stories it opened me up to. I found a deep love for reading, and a ravenous desire to seek something that fulfilled my imagination. I loved reading about various stories, developing a special relationship with the characters, and having the chance to learn about their hopes and dreams, where they live, and the experiences they faced. It was like I was seeing another world through their eyes, and with that, I felt complete.
During my freshmen year of high school, the number of books that I was consuming per month was starting to dwindle as I've become busy with friends, homework, family, etc. I felt that I did not have enough time to partake in the hobby that I loved. Halfway through the year, I was barely able to finish even one book. Then suddenly Covid-19 happened, businesses closed down, schools were shut down, and the city was brought to a standstill. Forced to stay home, the Pandemic had given me an opportunity I didn't know I needed. A blessing in disguise. I was able to finish my schoolwork faster and without having to hang out with my friends or go outside, I was allowed to read as much as my heart content.
I got back into the swing of things, reading more and every week, able to finish several books in a single month than I did in a year. Reading during the pandemic allowed me to clear my head and get away from all of the burdens that were put on me because of the pandemic. For just a single moment, reading allowed me to forget about my schoolwork, my fears of my relatives getting sick, my social anxiety, everything. My love for reading allowed me to push through and come out of the pandemic, stronger and more whole instead of broken.
It's because of reading that during my junior year, when schools were finally re-opened that I volunteered at Project Cicero after my school sent out an email asking for volunteers. Project Cicero was a book drive to help under-developed NYC teachers and classrooms the ability to enhance their students' education. When I read about their mission on their website, I knew that this was something that I wanted to do. I wanted to give back to my community and what better way to do that, then by sharing my love of reading for young kids. I decided right then and there to volunteer and for the next two days that the event was happening I helped to organize and distribute books of various genres and ages to teachers looking to enrich and better the lives of their students.
Project Cicero gave me the opportunity to make a difference, allowing me to not only spread my love of reading to others but also to make a difference in other peoples' lives. With just one act, I was able to give a young girl or boy the chance to partake in reading and find joy in it just like I did as a little girl. With just one act, I was able to make them forget their worries and for just one moment allow them into the magical world of books, having fun adventures and getting to know the same characters and stories that I grew up and bonded with.
Project Cicero also gave me the chance to see how much help my community needed. I saw a problem with the way our public schools were funded and with that it helped me to find a solution no matter how small. By giving teachers a chance to find the books they needed for their classrooms, I was ensuring that some group of kids out there was getting the education that they deserved, allowing them to slowly climb up the social ladder and have a better life then the ones they were given. An opportunity once denied from them for a long time and only recently opened up.
If it wasn't for my love of reading and the opportunities, it granted me, I never would of saw how my community was in danger of breaking down. Reading opened up my eyes and allowed me to make a difference. I want people, not just my community, but the whole world to see the value in books and how life-changing they can be. Books provide an escape from the harsh reality we face and also allow us to indulge in our whimsical fantasies. No matter what, I want people to see that, one book at a time.