When I first entered the exam room for AP Lit, I have to admit that I was really nervous. Although we prepared for the exam throughout the entire year, I was just hoping that my skills would reflect what I had learned, and I had learned so much. My desire for a 5 wasn’t because I was hoping for college credit or because I wanted to say that I earned a 5 on AP Literature. I was driven to do my best on the AP exam, so I could give justice to what Mrs. Clinch has done for our class and what she has done for me. While I wasn’t as successful in the poetry and prose passages as I hoped I would be, I actually enjoyed the exam, and I thank Mrs. Clinch for providing me with a new and exciting love for literature.
After first entering Mrs. Clinch’s AP Lit class, I had learned of certain horror stories about all the work that she gives. Still, I looked confidently through my summer reading annotations, thinking that I had at least scraped a low A. Upon received my low B, I was a little bit in shock. I wasn’t used to putting so much work into an assignment and getting a terrible grade out of it. I didn’t realize then that literature was so much more about hard work. Sure, I could have gotten average grades simply putting in effort into my assignments, but I think that I really started being successful in the class when I started enjoying reading, writing, and analyzing.
Honestly, I have always been more of a math and science person, always striving to solve logical problems that have definite answers. I think that before this class, I always did approach my timed writings through a certain logical lens. Now, I can’t honestly and truly say that I am in love with literature. I loved going to class every day and hearing all the brilliant theories in the class. I loved the ability to converse about a book that conveyed so much in so little words. I loved how we all had a teacher who cared so much that she opened up her mind and her heart so that we could appreciate literature just a little bit more.
I’m not the best at conveying emotions, and I really don’t like to show my sentimental side. Still, I think I can get pretty emotional, and sitting here writing this blog is making me sad. I’m not going to see most of the people in high school ever again, and I won’t get to have many more discussions in our amazing, tiny, intelligent, crazy, and wonderful lit class. In fact, I think it is now just hitting me that our lives are about to change. And I absolutely hate change. I hate that we all are going to move away, and as odd as it sounds, I am upset that I am leaving high school. I don’t feel like I am ready to move away, and I really wish that I could spend another four years in