The Final Blog

Ok, the AP Lit Exam. What an interesting experience.

So I get there and our class has already gone inside (and yes, I was on time). So after listening to Ms.Iton yelling about people standing still and such, she told me to go to a room. So I did. We were in with one of Ms. Marcy's classes, but there wasn't really enough room for us to sit the way Ms. Webb wanted, which was with one class on one side of the room and the other class on the other side of the room.
After all of that drama and Ms. Iton yelling at Holly and threatening to make her leave, we finally got started. And I must say, I got to the point on the multiple choice where I was like "I honestly cannot read anymore of this stuff". I found a poem in one of the passages that I really loved...until that feeling was destroyed by the million questions that I had to answer about that passage and what the CollegeBoard thinks it means- not what I thought it ment.
I realize that the point of this class is to learn how to read for meaning and to be able to interpret works and find meaning in them. And while I've really enjoyed this class, I almost feel like the AP Testing defeats the point of what we learn. We're not being asked to find meaning...we're being asked to find what the CollegeBoard thinks is the meaning, and when we see a different meaning, we are being told that we are wrong, even if we can justify our views with a reasonable and logical argument.
The one essay kicked my butt. I liked the Century Quilt story and think I did ok on my open question (once I got over my anger at my stupidity for forgetting that it was Charlotte Bronte that wrote Wuthering Heights and that Heathcliff was the exiled character ***insert mental head slap***) but the prose question killed. I mean, really? That freaking story could be interpreted in about 80 million different ways. ARG.

I loved the Ode that you wrote us Mrs. Clinch :) and the mints. The mints kept me awake and stimulated my brain (thank goodness because I tend to fall asleep when I concentrate on one thing for too long). I used the pens to write my way to three upper half essays and whipped out the chocolate as soon as I puncuated my last sentence.

Now to comtemplate what I should have written until June.
Have a great summer Mrs. Clinch, and thank you for an amazing year :)