Ap Language Diary

On September 10th, 2015, my fellow classmates and I entered into Mrs. Fountain’s room, unknowingly entering a room of despair. We had all forgotten that today was the day we would have to write our first AP Language essay. One of the main reasons we had forgotten was because we had been told, “There is no possible way for you to study. The only thing you can do is to come in prepared to write”. The day had started normally, laughter filling the room, with not a worry as to what would be asked of us. Some noticed a sense danger, but the laughter and soft smiles kept us from dwelling on the feeling for too long. It was then that class had begun and I remembered that we should have listened to what our minds where telling us. It was then that

Fountain passed the papers out and all that you could smell was a mix of the sweat of Austin Jenkins, as he thought of a way to delay writing, and the haunting smell of lilacs. His lack luster attempt at a witty joke was to no avail as she laughed once and continued. If Austin could not make her laugh then no one could stop her. As she got to me, my hands were shaking and my stomach was filled with tiny hornets that harassed my insides. Once all the papers are distributed, she tells us that we will have fifty or so minutes to finish. We all begin to read the prompt, and the taste of nothingness is on our tongues, the sense of betrayal on our hearts, our minds screaming to run! But wait, we have all read this prompt and dug into its meaning this will be easy, especially since I’ve written AP papers before. That is right I have written multiple AP papers, there won’t be much difference. Oh how wrong I could

Techniques, what could I possibly know about marketing techniques?! My palms are sweating as I try to think of how I will do this essay. My mind draws a blank when all I can think of is how I would write an AP Lit paper. When I think of how I would write my paper in Lit terms I’m hit with this sudden realization; the marketing techniques are like the examples of symbolism in The Scarlett Letter. All I have to do to “switch-over” is to take the prompt into terms I know! My brain begins thinking and I write. I do not think about how many spelling or grammar mistakes I make, all I think about is the meaning behind the use of those marketing techniques. Soon, I have finished my essay and I read over it once more to see if anything jumps out at me, but nothing does. Once finish reading, a sense of pride wells up in my chest and I turn them in. It was not until a week later my pride crashed like Daedalus and