A Paean of Glass

It was the middle of seventh grade when I first got a glimpse of Quora. What had attracted me was the simplicity covering the layers and layers of connotations of stories, ideas, and becomings that were inputted from wide varieties of people all around the world. Through this medium my entire view on the world was transformed, changing my ideals in many different issues. For example I used to think I was a liberal but now I half discovered a considerable amount of my political beliefs are conservative. I am gained so much knowledge and a real interest for learning from this simple site and I know I would be a dumber, more apathetic person if I had not joined it.

It had completely transformed my writing world mainly through my writing content and style. I learned from quora to try to create a personality behind each writing piece that you can definitively nail to one personality even if not you're own personality. I was also able to make more connections in my writing, using real world historical examples and write on more topics and while doing so having better formulated opinions on those topics. A lot of times people(read my dad) ask me "How are you do you know so much about this if you don't learn this from school and if there is no class that teaches this kind of thing that I know you're in." Well I attribute all that outside knowledge to first Beverly Hills 90210 and second Quora.

I discovered quora through searching up a usual dumb question among the masses of dumb questions I google each day. I don’t really remember the specifics, but it was something to do with food I think, but anyway but I was scrolling through the web index and clicked on Quora’s webpage and read a really provocative answer and really wanted to comment on it but, I couldn’t without getting an account. And ever since I had succumbed to this amazing site. Sometimes my friends see me scrolling through an app and have learned enough about me to assume its quora. Sometimes when I go out to a store or restaurant people see me on my phone, and who knows what they think, probably something like those damn kids and their phones. Little do they know I wasn’t reading words, I was looking through a window with a special colored pane. A pane called Quora.