LE FIN
Dear Mrs. Hicks,
When junior year first began, I believed that I had complete control over my academic performances, especially English, and that I could not improve much over the next nine months. Unfortunately, I was disillusioned. I remember after completing my first critical paper when my complacent smirk transformed into a grimace while you outlined all the points on the board which we were supposed to have touched upon in our pieces, and I realized that I had been completely off track. I dreaded these post-paper class periods until I began to develop better analytical skills that helped me write better essays. I was thrown from my personal pedestal, but I am glad for it. This year in British Authors, I realized that my writing can always be improved and I must constantly set higher standards for myself.
[insert three pages about my essays, etc ect]
My growing confidence in my writing was also reflected in my personal life. This year, I have become more open with my peers and have made some lasting friendships. A sense of camaraderie developed between my fellow British Authors scholars and I developed as we wracked our brains at interminable study sessions and recognized our own exhaustion in each other’s eyes.
I also had several epiphanies when sitting at my computer at three in the morning. While operating under the influence of incredible stress and several pounds of sugar cereal, with only phrases like “Grendel=Steve” and “Kurtz was not good” typed on the page, I felt like I had reached my own “heart of darkness.” It was during one of these recent all-nighters that I wondered why I was allowing myself to have these midnight vigils. Sure, it is important to succeed, I thought, but at what cost? I have since come to realize that I cannot possibly please everybody at once and that I cannot do everything perfectly. It is important to set high standards for my academic and extracurricular achievements, but I must also take into consideration my personal well-being.
Thank you, Mrs. Hicks, for leading me on this path to better writing and self discovery. Next year I will hopefully visit well-rested with better-organized papers in hand.
Sincerely,
Megan
This year of hell is finally over. Last year the "two weeks bliss" was happening. LOLZ.
But it's ending with a bang.
New England's was amazing...stayed overnight with the ladies near Plymouth and it was just such a welcome reprieve from the rugged indy study. Got 2nd in the mile, too. take that you bitch who stepped on my shoe at states.
and at heidi's beachhouse we saw a gypsy wedding going on next door and it was the strangest thing. dogs, beer and baseball cap yarmoulkes. (sp?)
oohhh and madame flopalot and i enjoyed stalking the mr. kraig lamper. we're such fucks.
ATTENTION: if anyone has a rocking horse that they would like to donate to the malabaar fund please comment me. and read dh lawrence's the rocking horse winner. we really need a rocking horse. the best we could do yesterday was a my little pony. and boobs at which nolan oogled. more lolz.
ah im worn out from studying and running and im tired of boys and yaaaaah.
peace out fuckfaces