Angel's AP blog

On Fridays in Mr. Rease's class we have weekly assessments. So, today was our third assessment since school started back.  It was difficult and harder than any of the previous ones. This was because unlike the others , this one required some writing. Knowing that I had to answer multiple choice questions, which are one of my all time weaknesses, in addition to answering a prompt caused me to panic. I was scared that I would run out of time. I was scared that my analysis of the poems on the test would be inaccurate. I began overthinking all of my decisions, so as a result of being overwhelmed by my fears, I didn’t work to my fullest potential.

      Today in class my teacher, Mr. Rease, let us finish our test corrections. Looking back over the test allowed me to see some of my initial mistakes. The process involved a partner. After my partner and I corrected our test, the final score increased by 20 points. This will resulted in a increase of my grade. Consequently, I will no longer have an ''A ''minus, instead I will have an ''A'' plus in the class.

     Today in class we were assigned with the task of analyzing another poem by Emily Dikinson. However, this time we were put into groups, and at the end of class we had to present our analysis. The process was fun yet difficult. It was fun because I got to collaborate and share my ideas with others;It was difficult because we had to come to a consensus on our different interpretations to present our analysis. The most challenging part of all was explaining our interpretations to the teacher. This was simply because I was afraid that our answers would be too simple and our analysis would be too vague. Fortunately, for the most part this was not the case.

   Today in class we reviewed our homework which was a poem by Emily Dikinson. The name of the poem is ''A funeral in my brain''. Analyzing the poem at first was challenging because we were assigned to do it our selves. However, when we reviewed the homework together all the pieces seemed to fall in place, and I finally understood in depth what the speaker meant about having a funeral in the brain. The speaker was referring to feeling overwhelmed because of the eruputing, interrupting thoughts. All the speaker want is silence. Even after the speaker dies he or she is still competing with themselves in search of peace.