“Stay
away from AP English like the plague.” “Have fun repairing your writing hand
next year in AP English.” “I heard students in AP English sit around in a
circle everyday and discuss their problems.” “The AP English teacher could
force a penguin to migrate south.” “You take AP English? You’re a doofus.” Although
somewhat outrageous, I heard these exact words in my career at CFHS from older
students and younger students alike. These threats, conspiracies and facts most
definitely rattled my younger, sophomore self. Yet somehow, someway (although
it may have come from the fact that my lazy older brother found a way to finish
both years of AP English), I accomplished the first year of the stressful
course with hovering colors. Now, as a veteran in the form of AP English, I
believe that I have an honor, no, a duty, to pass along my insurmountable
knowledge of the class to younger ladies and gentlemen who face a similar
situation as I once did. So, without further ado, allow me to begin a spiel
containing information and advice regarding AP English that will hand success
to readers on a silver platter. To begin with, a student must never, under any
circumstance, start a day off in AP English with a lack of a black and blue pen. This deems the first and
most important rule a student must remember before entering the gates of
Serensky’s lair. I once learned my lesson the hard way after forgetting this
key rule, and in turn, walked out of class that day with eyes resembling the
colors of the pens I should have brought to class. In all seriousness, the
teacher requires students to bring a pen everyday, yet I have learned during my
adventures that bringing two pens enables a student to feel twice as prepared. Now
for rule two: a student must train his/herself to love a variety of television
shows. After school each day, an AP English student should work out their
writing hand by flipping through the channels on their remote. A stronger
writing hand equals a faster writing pace and therefore more success in the
world of AP English. Thirdly, an individual under the
teachings of Ms. Serensky needs to acquire a certain sense of humor. A student
must learn to laugh at things that others may deem cruel, unusual and most definitely
awkward. For example, strangely located tattoos, dying horses, and abnormally
large ladies facing terrifying circumstances involving men with pig faces, now
prove side-splitting funny to students of AP English. Sharing a similar sense
of humor with the instructor of the class enables time to fly in the utter bareness
of the room residing at the end of the hall. Lastly, a student that wishes to excel
in AP English must become as close to female as possible. Weird, I know, but
you heard correctly. I do not think it necessary to exclaim that I only speak
to males regarding this last rule. Females swarm like insects into the AP
English classes, outnumbering the boys by tenfold, creating an environment unfit
for individuals who prefer campfire over candlelight. The saying, “If you can’t
beat them, join them” directly applies itself in this situation. Girls possess
greater writing skills than boys. Fact, not fiction. Therefore, begin
practicing this transformation by curving your calligraphy, analyzing the
un-analyzable, and dotting your letter “i’s” with cute heart bubbles. A student
who follows these four simple steps will find themselves overwhelmed with
success in the world of AP English.
Phil Dunphy
"I’m the cool dad, that’s my thang. I’m hip, I surf the web, I text. LOL: laugh out loud, OMG: oh my god, WTF: why the face." - Phil Dunphy
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Another Dreadful Day
Before you read: Ana
Moran serves as a fantastic, non-judgmental writing partner. Readers should not
take this piece of writing seriously.
The
dreaded seventh period hovers around the corner. I wish sixth period would last
forever. I guess I missed the shooting star last night though, because the bell
chimes three times, signaling for all students to continue on with their day. I
drag my feet along the hallway carpet, thinking that maybe if I can create
enough friction and then touch Ms. Serensky’s door handle, I can electrocute
myself so that I do not need to endure another day with my writing partner. I
inhale deeply and flash-forward a few months. There I stand, gazing up at the
ceiling of a brilliant hall in Harvard University, accompanied by other
teenagers able to understand the theory of quantum entanglement. I snap back to
reality and take my seat in the semi-circle. Across the room, the boy with the abnormally
large head and UNC t-shirt laughs as he makes a sexist joke. I do not think he
would laugh so hard when he hears that his fellow female classmate plans on attending Harvard next year. Ha! Such
short-sightedness. And then he walks
in. Him. How could fate turn against
me so that I must endure him for a full semester as a writing partner?
Actually, how could Ms. Serensky turn against me by pairing me up with this
oaf? I make a note to myself not to include her in my speech after winning the
Nobel Prize. He walks next to me. Goodness! I cannot become accustomed to his
height! He would give Frodo Baggins a run for his money. Lol. Good one, Ana.
He struts casually into his desk wearing a college logo t-shirt and gym shorts
with black basketball shoes. Whoa Derek! Try not to step too far out on that
limb! Maybe tomorrow he will decide on jeans…probably not though. Ms. Serensky
asks us to begin discussing a chapter from Watchmen with our writing
partners. Derek turns towards me, with concentration written on his face, preparing
for an in-depth comment, and states, “So…I really thought that Laurie was
like…super sexy.” Wow Derek, your insightfulness never seizes to amaze me. Ms.
Serensky goes around the circle, passing back in-class essays. I fold back the
corner of mine to glance at the AP Rubric score: 10+. Not bad. I sneak a quick glance
at Derek’s paper and find him grinning from ear to ear at his 5- score. Atta
boy, Frodo. Congratulations on scraping your way to a passing grade once again.
The three “dings” from the bell cause everyone in the classroom to throw their
belongings in their packs and race for the door. An innocent bystander would
think the bell acted as a fire alarm, not a normal “beep” that signaled the end
of classes. I follow in the wake of the students, eager to rush home and shower
after another day with my writing partner.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Welcome to the Future
Next year, I, the one and only Derek Stevenson,
will attend Grove City College. I know, shocking, this college does in fact
exist, located an hour south of Pittsburgh. I look forward to meeting a
plethora of new people and pray that some of my peers feel sympathetic enough
towards me to act as my friends. With this in mind, I would like to leave a
certain impression upon these unfortunate students. To begin with, I would like
my future friends to think of me as sociable. My tuxedo shirt already hangs in
my closet, waiting for me to strut my stuff in it, giving me the impression
that I strive for formality, but also look to party. Seeing that Grove City has
remained a dry campus since the age of dinosaurs, this goal may look slightly
different than most people imagine. After my first year of college, I hope all
the students in my hall view Derek Stevenson as a friend they can go to for a
hang-out, a serious conversation, or help in revising their English papers. As
seen from my parents and two older siblings, college friendships have the
potential to become strong bonding relationships that last past the few short
years of education. Secondly, I want my
future friends in college to admire my work ethic. College acts as a place for
learning, and I would bet my left knuckle that Jim and Barb will constantly
remind me of this fact. With the pleasant reminder from my parents and the
challenge set before me by following in my older brother’s footsteps, I will work
harder than a woodpecker in a petrified forest. In doing so, I must become
accustomed to hours spent in the library, creating flashcards and forming study
groups. Pride would radiate from my body if I could start college as a mechanical
engineer and finish the four years of college with this same title. Finally, I
would find it quite pleasing if my friends thought of me as an overall joyful
person. In order to achieve this goal, this summer I plan on watching and analyzing
the PBS legend, Mr. Rogers, along with the rest of his neighborhood, putting my
skills learned from AP English to good use. Red V-neck sweaters, along with
very young children, will become my new best friends. If I can accomplish these
few goals, I will enjoy the next four years of life and I hope I can positively
affect the lives of students around me.
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