I hate writing literary analysis papers. But then again...who doesn't?! I will admit though, there are far worse things. Most namely world hunger, the clubbing of baby seals in Canada, splinters, and - by far the worst of all - restrictive seating arrangements.
This is my first year at Dunbar, so naturally I'm not quite accustomed to the ways of the school yet. For example, it's really hard spending your entire life having the liberty to move your chair in and out of your desk as you please in each and every class, and then having that right instantly stripped away from you with those stupid chair-attached-to-desk thingies with the annoying bar on the right hand side that messes you over if you happen to drop your pencil or something. In a normal school, when you drop your pencil, you can simply slide your chair out from the desk, reach over, and retrieve your fallen object. But nooooo, not at Dunbar! If your pencil drops on the wrong side here, you have to get all the way out of your seat, walk around the row of desks, retrieve your pencil, walk all the way back, and then sit down casually like you didn't just interrupt the teacher in the middle of their sentence. This is why I like English class. I don't even care how boring it gets at times so long as I have a chair that is not attached to my desk by a stupid bar. In English class, I feel safe and warm inside being able to have the security of knowing that my freedom to move has not been restricted. So thank you, for that.
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