Essay about My Writing : An English Lesson

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An English Lesson

I sat there in the hard seat of my desk and waited patiently. The scent of bleach was overwhelming in the room, but I knew by the second week it would be covered up by the smell of musty children and chalk dust. I could not wait for my new teacher to stroll up to me, eyes full of amazement, and give me my paper. I had worked hard on it for nearly a month during the summer prior to this new school year. My writing skills were top-notch, of course. Looking around the room at my new classmates, it was easy to tell who had done the summer assignments, and those who were scrounging around in the back of their minds for a believable excuse as to why they had not produced anything after three months. My patience was wearing thin by this point. I wanted my paper and I wanted to see that glorious ‘A’ sparkling proudly at the top of the page. Suddenly, she was right in front of me. I glanced up, smiling, trying to make a decent impression. However, her face didn’t show what I had expected. Her expression read, at the very best, tired and uninterested. She flipped the paper over and slid it onto my desk, then went on with her rounds. Something inside me fluttered. Experience had told me that when a paper is given to you face-down, it is not going to be something to be proud of. I reluctantly flipped over my essay. I sat there for a while, staring at my paper. Never in my life had I seen so many red marks on a single piece of paper. My eyes slowly moved…

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