The halls are full of busy, shuffling students making their way to their classroom. Some are frantically looking over extensive notes for a last minute cram session. Others are relaxed, laughing, and talking to friends, just happy to be there. Still others have reluctant expressions, obviously there because some unknown person is forcing them to go. The clock strikes 8:00 AM, and everybody hurriedly rushes to their classes. No, this is not school- this is Area F.
I’m in an Advanced Placement English class this year, which entails writing more timed “academic essays” than I’d care for. I know in the long run it’s helping me become a better writer, but when the time is ticking down and you only have 40 minutes to write a coherent, well- developed, well-written essay. It’s pretty stressful.
