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i have a 97.1 in physics honors as the overall grade and an 80-84 is a C, 85-91 is B, 92-100 is an A. Thanks! in ap english we read lots of cool books, I also read Ethan Frome which had a sad ending. ethan was always tied with his obligations and he felt guilty leaving his ailing wife zeena (hypochondriac), even though he had a crush on her cousin mattie silvers. instead of taking the train and leaving starkfield, massachusetts (winter’s are cold and lonely, quite rural area, ethan married zeena because he didn’t want to feel lonely) with mattie, they both decide to crash their sled and ethan is left with a paralysed right side and mattie is left with a concussion. zeena gets stronger because she has to take care of both of them. i always wondered how children become adults because i feel like there is so much to learn in this world. i even wrote a poem about it, i often enjoy writing poetry about nature, life and love.
Here is the poem:
Looking into the Mirror
Looking into the mirror, looking at me
Sometimes I see a pretty reflection, sometimes I see myself worn by time
Looking into the mirror, I ask myself “Am i really me? Is this who I’m supposed to be?”
Looking into the mirror, looking at myself trying to find out who I really am
Is this the true me, the me I want to be?
Or is it the me that’s been shaped by the world?
Looking through the mirror, I never look with the same eyes twice
Those thoughts in my head either put me down or build me up
Looking in the mirror, I try to see myself in the future
Sometimes my reflection looks haggard and ugly, at other times confident and self-assured
I don’t know what to believe
Looking through the mirror, I see myself growing up
The illusions of childhood breaking into pieces
The world shaping who I am
Looking into the mirror, I ask myself “Is this really me? How is it that I can be my worst critic and also my best cheerleader?”
Looking into the mirror, I think about the shattered illusions of childhood, how the broken pieces remind me of the difficulties I’ve faced and wonder “Will I be strong enough to pick up all the pieces, put them together and build a strong future?”
Looking at the mirror, asking myself if I’m ready to go out into the real world
Sometimes my mind cries “I’m still a child! I can’t handle an adult’s responsibilities! I need freedom!”
Other times I see myself accepting to become an adult, knowing I’m still me
Looking in the mirror, I feel conflicted about me
Looking at the mirror, I’m uncertain if I’m perfect the way I am or need to change
Looking at myself, I wonder if I’m ready for the future
Looking in the mirror, I wonder if I’m really me and if this is who I want to be.
I think many adolescents wish their parents would guide them more and question their self-worth and where they are going in life.