On the 1st day of AP English class all you heard was the clock barely ticking, sweat coming off of the teacher forehead and the students taking out paper and writing utensils to take notes on what we need. What stood out was Mrs. Fantroy’s strong voice along with the books that were shown for everyone to read that semester. The books looked like they could have come from out of ancient tombs or something. She had at least two lengthy looking books. She stated, “These are just some books for you guys to read just this semester. Maybe I will add another one along with the in class reading assignments and work.” All you could hear was kids whispering, “She is nuts thinking I’m going to read all those books.” “I haven’t read that many in all my time in school,” said one of the class clowns. The class burst out laughing along with me to his remark. The teacher stated, “Quiet down class. I will not allow this behavior in my class, you will act as mature youths in here.” Those bulky eyes
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Fantroy responded with, “Why are you guys so rowdy? What did I state about my classroom? You guys will come in here with some dignity about yourselves.” I always wondered why would she get on to us like that. Well, not me, but she says we all act as a Fam-I-Lee, which Lee was part of our school name. I remembered from my 12th grade AP LIT class, I had to read The Crucible, which of course we would have the same teacher teaching that course as well. The workload only doubled; 20 quotes and their explanations, 15 terms, and plenty of questions within the many questions. They all were due on Fridays with a test. The sounds of snoring were all you heard on some test days. I was not one to give up so easily but did not mind drifting off into a deep sleep where I imagined myself on a breezy, quiet island surrounded by clear blue water. But that was not reality
Fantroy responded with, “Why are you guys so rowdy? What did I state about my classroom? You guys will come in here with some dignity about yourselves.” I always wondered why would she get on to us like that. Well, not me, but she says we all act as a Fam-I-Lee, which Lee was part of our school name. I remembered from my 12th grade AP LIT class, I had to read The Crucible, which of course we would have the same teacher teaching that course as well. The workload only doubled; 20 quotes and their explanations, 15 terms, and plenty of questions within the many questions. They all were due on Fridays with a test. The sounds of snoring were all you heard on some test days. I was not one to give up so easily but did not mind drifting off into a deep sleep where I imagined myself on a breezy, quiet island surrounded by clear blue water. But that was not reality