The testing facility put me in a predicament right away. My high school can’t find a place to accommodate AP testing despite having 3 campuses, so we take them at a local church instead. That place is horrible. Think: Dim windowless rooms with old, rickety tables. I’ve taken 3 AP tests there but I never took a liking to that place.
I went through the multiple-choice in a state of half-wakefulness, no big deal. After the break, my plan of attack was to go through the essays in the default order, synthesis then rhetorical then argumentative. I stumbled right away at the synthesis essay. Without “discussing the essay questions”, I’ll just say that I had a lot of background on the topic, but that probably wasn’t good. There was too much information running through my head and I couldn’t figure out what stance to take. I ended up getting too ambitious in the intro paragraph and couldn’t figure how to follow that up with body paragraphs.
LOOOOOOOOLLLL
HAHAHAHHAHAHA
OH THAT GREEN LIGHT AT THE END OF HER DOCK (HIS FRIEND LIST)….
CLEVER!
When you walk in through the door
There is nothing more I adore.
Breathtaking is your vast beauty
In your heart and of your body.
We shall love like fish to bait
For our bonding is surely innate.
We can love like in ancient lore
Even if our lives are poor.
Just see the way our fingers mesh
We will live through life’s wretch.
The distance to you takes quite a while
But your charm can run for miles.
In my mind you’re perfect for me
Yet I doubt you really even know me.
You will come to know me soon
For our time is like the waning moon.
This silent, swift flow of time
Only makes you more a dime.
And if you wonder of what might
Just know that we are near the light.
The result of my late-night-love-poem-writing session.
A squirrel jumps into a rubbish bin in Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh, Scotland
Picture: REUTERS
British English is great.
And they were so appallingly bad I need to rant about it here. Just look at this excerpt:
The Indian women did all the farming and physical labor, says Dr. Hauser. The women did all the rest. There were even stories that after braves hunted and shot a deer, they sent the squaws out to bring it back to the village.
Colonel Lyon, who loved on a local farm, tells of striking up a deal with one of Waubonsie’s sons, Neuqua. Neuqua agreed to work the land and get all the corn he raised. Neuqua showed up on the next day to begin work but brought 12 squaws along to do the labor. The Colonel protested the arrangement, but Neuqua reportedly replied, “Me hunt meat; squaws hunt corn.”
I won’t even talk about the utterly elementary writing style. Take a look at the blinding technical mistakes in a mere two paragraphs.
The women “did all the farming and physical labor” and they “did all the rest”. Oh really now? I need to marry one of them!
And “braves” and “squaws”? What are those? They are mentioned nowhere else in the article.
This Colonel guy, he “loved on a local farm.” That’s quite romantic. TMI.
Neuqua agreed to “get all the corn he raised.” Orly! If I decided to go raise some corn, I’d be a dumbass to not get them.
So.. why the hell are we reading this absolute crap in an AP class? The teachers need to at least look at this material before assigning it to us.
Wow, very not good.
acquiesce - v. to agree, accept, be satisfied with
I have no idea how to pronounce it, but next time you want to say “yeah sure”, just say “I acquiesce”.
I was scurrying to do a final revision of an English paper on The Scarlet Letter at lunch, right before it was due. But when the period was over I realized I’d forgotten to do a Works Cited page. I printed the paper anyway, grabbed the stack from the printer, and dashed for class. So when it came time to turn it in, I was absolutely stunned to see that there was a Works Cited page. I guess someone had printed it by mistake and left it in the printer tray, and somehow they just happened to use the same sources as I did.