I was just so proud of myself and my critical essay of The Great Gatsby when I was in the 11th grade. I spent days rewriting, synthesizing, and in my opinion, "brilliantizing" my essay, specifically about the deadly sins that several characters grabbled with within the novel. I was so sure of the caliber of my essay, and how it successfully demonstrated my prowess of critical thinking and mastery of language, that I even placed my paper in one of those clear plastic protective sliding sheets, a symbol of heightened professionalism and pompous assurance of indisputable merit.
When I got my paper back, it wasn't the shame of seeing the grade of a D that got me the hardest, but rather realizing my teacher not only wrote a large and shocking D on my paper, but slid my essay back, almost ironically, into the clear plastic sheet, providing me with the truest of false hope that my paper was truly worthy of being laminated for all to see. But by receiving my decrepit essay in its originally pristine, plastic condition, I unconditionally assumed that I had claimed victory in AP English 11 and would never be deemed a bad writer. Ever. Again.
So this blog is to forever try and validate that wrongfully given D.
To be fair that paper was trash and produced with overconfidence.