A Good Day

                I walk in the room.  I calmly sit down at my desk.  I hear some students talking about their data sheets but I do not join in.  I feel fine with mine and I do not feel like stressing over it.  But more importantly, I feel well rested.  Ms. Serensky walks in and tells us to turn our One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest data sheets, I willingly go up to her desk and hand mine in.  I sit back down and feel strange.  Not only did I spend ten times less time on this data sheet, I also feel that I will get a good grade on it.  Yes, I did stay up later than usual the night before to finish it, naturally, but no where close to how late I was up for the first two.  I realize that I “chose to suffer” for the other data sheets. (Currie 292).  I spent too much time stressing over small details and second guessing everything I wrote, rather than believing in what I wrote and getting it done efficiently.   As I sit there it is “painful for me to...speak the truth” that, alarmingly, I did not even mind doing it (Wilde 40).  I liked the book; it is actually one of my favorite books.  Plus I could start to see that “there’s something bigger in making all this mess” (Kesey 192).  I know it will be beneficial in the end for both my grade and the AP test.  I feel a happy knowing how far I have come, even from a few weeks early.  I feel sense of accomplishment and acceptance of English. I coast through the rest of class stress free.  And, let’s be honest, not having homework afterward greatly adds to that happiness.