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Writing A Literary Analysis

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My freshman year of secondary school resembled the song “Lowrider” by War since every day flew at a smooth pace, and never sped up for me. Not once was there a time where the work stressed me out and took me hours to complete, motivating me to tear the hairs out of my head. As a matter of fact, the Lowrider drove slow enough for me to keep up with it, I understood most of what I was taught, with a bit of bump here and there. There were times where some of my teachers would rush the lesson, but my gratitude goes to my old math teacher(who I do not have any more after the first semester), because of him, I was able to pace myself with the others, as that was how he taught, and truly pushed me beyond my boundaries. When I first started High …show more content…

Ranging from syntax to learning how to fully comprehend Bloom's Taxonomy Level 3, to creating a Hook, to Say-Mean-Matter, to making a thesis/conclusion. Out of everything I wrote this year, my literary analysis paper was by far the absolute worst one I have written, without a doubt. Writing my literary analysis paper took me more, substantially more time than expected, even though I already had everything going, and was ready to start writing. I kept doubting myself, saying to myself, “ that is not what the song is saying,” and kept going through thousands upon thousands of ideas until I found one that I was satisfied with. Time was running out, 1 week to go, Friday night, I was sitting down on the floor putting all the words together. Then it struck me when those words hit: everyone, nightmares, repeat, problems, no heart, empathy, will not give up until everything is “right,” love, and pathetic. It was at that moment I realized what the song meant, and I was brimmed with excitement and went to take a shower and went to sleep because tomorrow was already today. For the course of that week, I spent most of it rushing through homework to get to English, focusing on the paragraphs, fixing every little detail in every sentence, and barely having time to add strong words to it in its final hours. Finally, the due date had arrived, and I was afraid of doing badly as there was a lot more to add than what was there, but nonetheless, time was not on my side I, and I turned it in. Checking back to the essay now, I realized that there is still much more to write than what was there, so many things I did not fixate

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