Overcoming Challenges: My Journey through AP Literature

Being the average high school student, I always wanted to succeed. Failure was not an option in anything I did. It was just how my mom raised me, to be just like her. My mom would always say, failure will never overtake if my desire to succeed is strong. During my senior year of high school, I decided to challenge myself by taking my first AP class, AP Literature. Albeit, I completely dislike literature, but I wanted to push my boundaries. I dislike literature because of the reading of sophisticated novels and sometimes I didn’t understand as well as the other students in the class, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me.
On the first day of class I got there super early, to try and prove my determination and readiness. Also, I wanted to

Fortunately, She told me not worry shell give me two weeks to make them up. That fixed my first problem, but what I noticed next was that there were a lot of unfamiliar faces. Usually starting off in class you know at least one person at my high school, but in this class I didn’t even know one. It was an anxious feeling. To try and make the situation better, I tried to converse with some of the students after class, but none of them were willing to even respond. I would say “hey” and some would just nod, others would ignore me as if I didn’t wave. It was a very unusual feeling for me. Usually after leaving class on the first day I would have made at least two to three new friends and I would have even already had their number and we would be talking about future assignments but with these students it was like a whole new world, an anti-social world.
Later that night I talked with one of my friends about what happened earlier and her response had me baffled. She said “Girl! You’re taking an AP class, don’t you realize who you are surrounded by.” I indulged in her response because I needed something to make me feel better about what happen that day. She then proceeds to say “You’re with the gifted kids, the smart kids, one of the future Valedictorians.” “Who are the gifted?” I asked as I sat there in confusion, not knowing or realizing what and who the

All I wanted was a good grade, but I knew my capabilities and what I struggled with. She gave out the prompt; I looked down at it. I read it over and over and over. It was over the book “Frankenstein”.While the other students were already writing, I was still reading the prompt. I saw Mrs. Cayla looking at me, I knew she was worried. I sat there just thinking, fifteen minutes had passed , Then I got my first idea. I took off . I just kept writing and writing. I finally was writing. The words were just flowing like a river after a heavy rainfall. By the end of the 45 minutes I was done. I felt like I finally completed something in class. The next day she called me to her desk. She said “you finally did it.” I knew exactly what she was talking about I received a B on my Frankenstein paper. She told me it was amazing, but of course not without one of her witty comments. At that moment, I finally felt normal and not like a non-gifted students but a determined hardworking student. I knew everything felt like it finally clicked. Although I didn’t get the perks of being gifted. I was still able to finally do well on a