Once upon a time there was an class...an AP Lit class...a quiet AP Lit class. When they discussed, a hush fell over the room. So tangible was this quiet, that one could hear the hum of the lights, and the crinkle of granola bar wrappers. Some half-hearted attempts at conversation were made, tossed back and forth between the few individuals who dared to break the strain of silence. Half BS, half founded theory, these wisps floated across the room, held aloft by long pauses. Ms. Holmes sat at the back of the classroom, wondering how these lazy second semester seniors would pull it together in time for the AP exam.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the haze of hesitation, "So...maybe it's just me...but I have no clue what all the different directions are supposed to represent."
The class stirred, spurred into motion by mutual frustration.
"I know, right?"
"And the colors!"
"And the animals!"
"Oh my gosh, yes."
"Different types of yellow are good -"
" - and some are bad, right?"
"Isn't water supposed to be good?"
"Yeah, but it brings bad omens too."
"How are we supposed to know the difference?"
"What about the clouds captured by the Gambler?"
"Is Emo really supposed to be a witch?"
"What about the fly?"
"Isn't that Josiah?"
"Who are the other animals then?"
"I don't know!"
"I know, right? There's all this stuff but it's so confusing."
"I can't keep it straight."
"Wait!...Guys, connection. All these different symbols, and stories, colors, and directions, and stuff? They're all connected on so many different levels. Kind of intertwined....like a spiderweb!"
And that is the story of my AP Lit epiphany. That pretty much sums it all up.
Oh! And thinking about the exam is stressful.
And I'm excited for our t shirts.
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