English 1 Honors and English 2 Honors; while both are difficult in their own ways, neither class has anything on the frustration, annoyance, and panic inter-written into the 3 syllables of A.P. Lang. My 8th grade English teacher, while quite a character and joy to do the Wordle with, lacked in teaching actual English. So walking into my freshman year in English 1 Honors with Andy Evans had me thinking this was the worst it would get. Oh, how I’ve never been so wrong. Regardless of the hardships of freshman year and the difficulty of the class, I managed to stay afloat through friends and fun assignments. Needless to say, English 2 Honors was not the same. Bryce Hadley’s booming voice ringing in my ears at 8 in the morning was not something I needed in my life. Nor were the absurdly boring books (ahem, Brave New World) or the tests and essays. My grade slipped in every assignment possible. Still, I continued on, slowly and to be brutally honest, barely, but hey, I can say I survived the class. Now, looking back, those classes seem like heaven,n escape, a haven. AP Lang appears in my nightmares. MCQs mock me because I somehow always chose the “attractive distractor” (must you hate us so much College Board?). Essays laughing in my face. And the books which effortlessly make me fall asleep. As I walk into room 26 with the amazing Chris Haskett, my brain screams to run. To turn around, run home, and fall back under the comforts of my sheets because nothing brings as much fear to my life as that dreadful class.
