Tumgik
#AP english
itsjustelian · 1 year
Text
about to walk into my AP English lit exam tomorrow knowing that T. J. Eckleburg invented The Eyes of God and that Fyodor Dostoyevsky got shot yesterday.
I think I'm gonna do well.
17 notes · View notes
angelofmusings · 2 years
Text
happy AP season everyone! please remember to hydrate and take care of yourself and if you’re taking any AP exams, it’s okay to not get a perfect score, standardized tests are incredibly stressful and not a great measure of success in the first place, and i’m so proud of you no matter what score you get or how many questions you answer correctly.
163 notes · View notes
animentality · 1 year
Text
Anyone else remember that poem in like, the AP English exam years ago, where a boy is working at a sawmill, he accidentally saws his arm off, and he bleeds to death???
The fuck was that???
I remember I was in hyper brain focus mode cuz it was an AP exam, but that made me pause and go like, excuse me???
16 notes · View notes
friendlychaos · 2 years
Text
What happened the first day?
•My Chem teacher quit
•My Greek teacher is missing a finger
•Had a panic attack at lunch and went to the old Bio teachers room where I ate.
•I had lunch with a rabbit. He’s a very nice conversationalist, his name is George.
•My APUSH teacher and I have the same birthday and our sisters have the same name, so that’s weird. Maybe I am my APUSH teacher.
•We’re not allowed to have phones, but my old Latin teacher pretended to have a conversation with me so I could use my phone. She’s the best.
•I felt like I didn’t belong with the people around me
•My AP English teacher who is also my theater teacher is a whole vibe. She has a cardboard cut out of Pedro Pascal in the back of her room that she calls her husband.
•After School during pickup (driving is scary be nice to me) all of us were in the bathroom texting our parents because the teachers can’t go in there. (It’s a k-12 school)
•The headmaster told my best friend that she couldn’t have her nose piercing.
•A kid in my theater class who’s name isn’t Franklin is now called Franklin.
•I handed out worms on strings.
56 notes · View notes
as-per-jury · 1 year
Text
I wrote this for class but tumblr loves mermaids and classic lit
Their eyes frightened me in the beginning. Wide, unblinking, and glassy. Their eyes look nothing like ours. As you should know, our eyes have three colours: white, black, and a third we like to compare to a feature of the earth such as its sky or soil. Our eyes sit in sockets, theirs look to be just under the skin. When I was very young, I used to play with sewing needles and perform surgery on the most awful looking dolls, having convinced myself their ugliness was a symptom of some rare, unidentified condition. I tended to pierce my fingers, not deep enough to have drawn blood though I very clearly separated my skin from itself. I could look through my skin and see the tip of the needle more vividly than if I lay my hand above it and squinted. Now that you can envision how far the eyes sat beneath the skin, perhaps you can try and paint in your mind the blend of colours in them too. Some were so flooded with hues they came across grey – or the ocean floor’s lighting was not designed for me – where others looked to have changed colours every other moment. What I saw of their eyes was about the size of a whole human eye removed from the skull and just as round, as they had no eyelids. The rest of their faces were as normal as I would expect – and I had no expectations – with flat or no noses [it varied by the person and, I later learned, the region] and lipless mouths that I never wished to see open upon catching a glimpse of their teeth not too long after seeing their faces for the first time. The teeth were long and thin, not unlike the aforementioned needles. Wide spaces of nothing separated each tooth. To accommodate their teeth, their jaws sat closer to their narrow shoulders than to where their ears should be – if they were human that is. Before I elaborate on their appearance, I must stress that I did indeed stare at them, despite how unsettling I found them [I never quite adjusted to their looks], because they were and are the most visually bizarre people I have met during my travels even if they were about average human size. Any similarities we share with those people who I have taken to thinking of as Nereids [not taking into account their abstract “beauty”] were limited to the presence of eyes, mouths, and a furless torso. Of course, where we lack fur, they had shimmering scales everywhere about their bodies. Do not call them mermaids, I request of the reader, as they were not all maids and “mer” is all too simple to call them by. I was certain they were being eaten alive when I first cast my sight upon them. They were not. From beneath their navels onward, creatures of the deep more natural than themselves had seemingly been stopped halfway through consuming what I thought were supposed to be “normal” human bodies. The creatures staring at me wore fish remains as skirts or were horrific parasites that were so bold to grow from the inside out through its host mouth so it may then don the marine beasts as bottoms to hide their shame [or parade its pride in stealing life for itself].
               It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve spent about a page’s worth of words to tell you how these beings looked, but, again, I only describe them so much that you might also believe that I did not live through a hallucination caused by nearly dying. I return, then, to my adventure in the deep. Though it was not much of an adventure as I was confined to the bubble should I have any chance of not drowning or asphyxiating. I never learned who placed me in the bubble, but I did learn how the bubbles were made. Down so far away from the surface, sound, I gathered, does not travel as it does on land and through air. These people communicated by creating shapes and swirls made of tiny bubbles with their hands and fingers, which were connected by thin skin at where I thought the halfway knuckle belonged. The bubbles often did not dissipate for minutes after a conversation was finished, allowing, I assumed, time for a review of the exchange should apologies be needed. Perhaps that was why disputes were so rare between citizens. I nearly summed up conflict with a nearby province to be that of miscommunications. Actually, I do still believe that was all due to a language barrier. These other Nereids had limp horns sprouting from their foreheads that dangled bulbs of light at the end. The Bubble Nereids did not have those, as I would have surely made a mention of it. The Light Nereids, though capable of speaking Bubble, refused for reasons I never quite grasped, opting to blink their lights and wave their horns at each other, producing bubbles in arrangements that some Bubble Nereids looked to take offense to. I failed to understand why they would do business with each other if all they ever did was fight. I eventually took it upon myself to conclude that they were closer to each other than others and that, just maybe, not all conflict is bad conflict. It appeared to drive their society to best the Lights in any trade. Not that they traded anything important by English standards – and I found myself in a constant state of befuddlement at how pearls were not a commodity in any sense, but, rather, they were all in a great demand of bloody seaweed.
20 notes · View notes
darkreeds · 1 year
Text
i’ve only gotten the elusive sophistication point on two essays in AP lit, and BOTH were Q3s written over shakespeare plays. one on othello, and the other hamlet. guess who’s gonna use a shakespeare play on the AP exam this wednesday.
15 notes · View notes
v3lv3tf0x · 7 months
Text
guys. english homework is so awful. never join AP.
3 notes · View notes
snowglobesend · 8 months
Text
I really feel like Charlie.
3 notes · View notes
belphies--pillow · 10 months
Text
I PASSED MY AP TESTS!! 🎉
3 notes · View notes
Text
Can’t wait to write 3 essays in 2 hours
22 notes · View notes
literary-lesbianism · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
the tree is itself and the light falls through it like history - but no, people fall through history
3 notes · View notes
curvymommy70 · 2 years
Text
I believe there is a man out there who will argue with me and love me with the same amount of passion.
Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes
redcamelliawrites · 2 years
Text
Reading Kafka on the Shore for summer English assignment and it's wild. This is simultaneously one of the best novels I've ever read and one of the most disturbing. And I'm only half way through, but I can tell you right now I will never be the same again.
I literally have no idea what to expect with this book. Haruki Murakami is absolutely amazing.
5 notes · View notes
shortstackfan · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Going to try rereading this book. I hated it when I read it at 17 for my AP English class. However I want to see if my hatred stemmed from spending months dissecting it. I honestly don’t remember reading any other books for my AP English class…
2 notes · View notes
angieland432 · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
starrynightpeypey · 7 months
Text
sm help me out pls i’m trying to figure out my classes for next year and i really wanna take ap english lit but if i do that then idk what i can take for 12th year😭😭
0 notes