English 11: What Are The Things I Carry?

What are the things I carry? This question has been the hardest one I have been faced with this semester in English 11. I could talk about my love for animals and the tears I have shed when I have to say bye to one of them. I could talk about the necklace that hangs from my rearview mirror given to me by my grandmother and how I keep with me as a guardian angel. Or how I carry the pressure put on me by myself and how much it weighs down on me. How I am afraid I won’t live up to my own expectations. But we all know these are too serious of topics for someone like me so instead I am going to talk about how I carry Ms. Bucklers words.
Throughout this class we have all heard Ms. Buckler say “Bring your chromebooks to class charged!” Or we heard

this one just about every friday “Do your printing before class!” Although it seems like Ms. Buckler is just getting annoyed with how unprepared we are she is actually preparing us for the rest of our lives. These words said by Ms. Buckler always remind myself to be prepared and organized for class. Although I may never have Ms. Buckler as a teacher again these words apply to everything in life. Always have your resources ready to go and always make sure you are organized enough to get everything done ahead of schedule.
I carry all eight comma rules with me and how sad it makes Ms. Buckler when they are not used correctly. These comma rules can be used to improve my writing. I will always remember the crazy teacher who drilled them into my head and I will thank her for how much she has improved my writing. I can now write more complex sentences at a higher level. These rules will follow me throughout college and any of time in my life that I find myself writing.
I carry the thoughts that water is never just water. The analysis skills I learned in this class now cause me to think that everyone written has a deeper meaning. If something is white that must mean that it is pure and innocent. I carry the curse of over thinking. Analysis has taught me that the truth is never true.
I carry every writing assignment I have had in this class. I have learned so much from each of those. This is a tangible item that I carry. I have each and every writing assignment in my backpack right now. The thickness of the folder reminds me of how much I have written and how much my writing has grown over this past semester. I carry the guilt of all the paper and ink I wasted revising my writings.
Most importantly I carry the grudge Ms. Buckler has for me. This is what keeps me up at night. I worry that I will go on her most hated student list or that she will fail me on this project due to the misconception that I told Mr. Stetson that she can not speak Spanish we all know it was Matt who told Stetson that. This is what weighs on me the most from this class. I know Ms. Buckler is good at holding grudges and she may never forgive me for that thing that I did not even do.
This class taught me so much. Everything that I have learned I will carry with me. All the short stories taught me a lesson that I carry with me. I know all of this sounds pretty cheesy and it’s not that serious of a paper but I know that what we have learned in this class will be carried by each and everyone of us.