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|Current music:||"In Der Nacht" by :wumpscut:|
This morning was a headache waiting to happen.
The first thing I did as soon as I entered Mrs. Gargaro's room was throw my backpack on the floor. Not only was it too early to take a test, but there was too much test to take.
Me, along with five other people, took the AP (Advanced Placement Test) in English Literature for free, thanks to Mrs. Kennedy. An $82 test, not a dime paid for it.
The first part wasn't so bad. It was multiple choice. For the most part, we read excerpts of stories and poems and answered the questions that followed. The main idea of the passage is... the narrator's tone would best be described as.... that sort of thing.
The next part was more painful. Three essays, forty minutes each, one after the other. The first one was about contrasting a Robert Frost poem with an Emily Dickinson one. Quite ironic, considering if you look back in this journal - I posted one poem I really like by Frost and another one I liked by Dickinson. Overall, I knew what I was doing. Essay two had us describe the description of characters from an excerpt of a story called "The Pupil." (A shitty, confusing story from the late 1800's.) The last one had us identify a dramatic question in a piece of literature, and they gave us a list of books of which to choose from. I did "Catcher in the Rye," because I could rant about that book for hours. It's my favorite book ever.
I think I did great.
Kira looked absolutely gorgeous today. I must have hugged her five times. She made me smile from ear to ear.
For the remainder of the afternoon, I revised a script for Musical Theater majors which us Senior Literary Artists wrote for them. I did a complete re-write for the other writers, so they didn't have to. Besides, screenwriting is my strong-point. Bekka literally asked me to do it. She said I was good at that sort of thing. So I nodded and agreed to do it. By the time I was finished, I was exhausted - I wanted to write the best possible script.
I wouldn't say I'm a perfectionist. I just prefer to do things until they're done right, and move onto the next.
That's good enough for me.
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