Seaon 1, Episode 3: The Rreading Sheet, and oh The Tears (B)

No one thinks to themselves and ponders upon their love for homework, exciting to sit down for countless hours doing work that you have no desire to do. I for one had a special hatred for homework, having to come from practice, and then work just to sit down, sweaty, tired, and hungry to learn about palabras or WWII. But something about reading sheets, oh boy those really, really got to me.
The reading sheet, my arch nemesis, a page filled, front and back of boxes that daunted my OCD. Wanting my handwriting to perfectly cover the entirety of the box, written neatly. You read the passage, the filled in the questions that each box asked, such as what "tone" did the author use, and what was the overall message that the author is attempting to express to the audience.  As I sat in my room reading these questions, I would literally say outloud to myself (and soemtimes my dog), "I don't know", over and over until a tear shed down my face and I realized that I was being extremely dramatic and needed to relax.
I am sorry about this one Mms. McMahon, I went to bed instead :////

Above, we have a poor example of a reading sheet that I failed to complete. To be completely honest, this reading sheet was probably saturated with tears. As I sit here, on my final AP Language and Composition assignment, I wish I could transport back in time and tell September self that the hard work that I had put into this class all was going to be worth, and that these reading sheets were not a punishment from Ms. McMahon, and that they were not just busy work because she enjoys giving us homework, but they were actual resources.  These reading sheets were helpful. I had not realized this until about March, where the AP Lang Gang took a mock exam of the actual exam we had to take in May. We got the results and I had received a 4. A 4 out of 5. One of the proudest moments I had during my 7 months in AP Lang. The growth has also been apparent while I was taking my SAT. I had opted into taking the essay portion of the exam to test out my new writing skills. Low and behold this essay was a rhetorical analysis, and let's just say, I nailed it.
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My feelings every single night during the reading sheet era
I can and will never find the words to describe my gratitude towards Ms. McMahon. Other than a teacher, McMahon was my coach through my growth taken place junior year. She didn't coddle me, trust me.  Ms.  McMahon not only taught me how to be a great writer, and how to "write my way of a Russian Prison", but also how to take criticism, and to take tough love and use it to motivate me towards any goal that I had set for myself.

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