Today’s a Friday and we are writing an essay for 7th period. But I’m not in 7th period right now. I’m in 5th period, sitting by myself in the press room… and dreading 7th period. The AP test is on a 1-9 scale, and for the past five essays written in class, I’ve been writing at a 6. I can’t seem to get higher than a 6. The AP test is in May. I at least want an 8.
Phew. Out of the newspaper room. One more class until I write an essay. I’m sitting in U.S. History. Wall-E is in a weird mood. He’s not trying to be nice today. Huh. First time I’ve ever seen him like this. He’s usually a shy and nice man who never raises his voice. But today he’s angry.
We’re starting the World War II unit. Wall-E was talking about the German parliament. “They call it the… Bund… something… what’s it called.”
“Bundestag!” I said from the back of the class.
“Ahh, right. Bundestag.”
Okay, the essay wasn’t that bad, but definitely not my best. The prompt was to compare and contrast the poems “When I have Fears” by John Keats and “Mezzo Cammin” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and give examples of literary devices.
I only wrote two and a half pages. If I want to get an 8, I need to write more. You get 40 minutes to read the poems, compile your thoughts, and write.
Next time I’ll get a 7.
Newspaper. I am finished with my pages and they look good. Ms. D likes them too. Now I am helping Kami finish her pages. She struggles with Photoshop and InDesign, but she’ll get it.
School’s out, but I’m still here. Ms. D and I are waiting for Kami to come back from her meeting. It’s deadline. We’re going to press tonight. I am working on her pages until she gets back.
Ms. D and I are talking about Egypt.
And how annoying it is to see Justin Bieber’s face on NPR.
Now we’re sitting in silence.
“I can’t get above a 6.” I say.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get there.”
“I feel stupid.”
“You’re not. You’re already there, you just need to write more.”
“You’ll get there.”
I’m still here. Kami’s really struggling. I’m annoyed that I’m still at school on a Friday, but it’s not bad. It’s good that Ms. D and I aren’t taking over her pages. She’s learning. She’s getting it.
I’ve read a million articles on NPR. Now I’m studying over my WWII notes for the bajillionth time.
Random fact. When Ms. D exaggerates a number, she always has an 8 in it. Like today in English class she said, “When I was grading my 84 billion stacks of homework last night…” And a couple days ago she said to Josh, “There’s about a million and 8 reasons why you shouldn’t do that.” Or when we talked about Emily Dickinson, she said, “Even with her 128 dashes in this poem…”
Always an 8.