I was in Mr. Howard’s AP Literature class. It was the first day of class, there were approximately thirty of us, sitting in rows of six, in the dark with music playing in the background and colorful bright lights traveling through the room. I chatted with my close friend Andrea, who sat beside me, until the bell rang to indicate that passing period was over. Mr. Howard then turned on the lights and muted the music and began to introduce us to his course. He stated that the class would be writing one to two essays a week and that there would be quizzes and tests based on our readings, the body of students responded to this by groaning and complaining; however, it was an AP course and were we to expect anything less? Anyway, as the course progressed, many essays were written and I would have the same recurring issues within mine. …show more content…
She was (and perhaps still is) the best writer that I know. Her career goal was to become an author and an illustrator. Throughout the year, I was able to experience her writing and every single piece that I have read were amazingly in depth and well executed. And in return, Andrea was also able to experience my writing. I would ask her to peer edit my essays in order to improve upon parts that were awkward and/or redundant. For each essay, she would suggest that I elaborate further in this area and deepen the analysis in another area as something fell short there or there could be a stronger connection. I knew that my essays were not flawless, it was just frustrating that each and every time, it would be the same issue and that I did not improve from my previous essay. After realizing that I constantly had the same issues, I embarked on a quest to improve upon the area I was having trouble with for the rest of the