In high school I have taken a lot of classes. Some I had to take as a graduate requirement such as English, math and social studies. Others I didn’t have to take, but did because I either wanted to work out or learn more on some subject I liked. These classes would fall along the lines of art, power lifting and ceramics. That’s just what I thought this class was going to end up being. Just a class I took for the fun of it because the subject looked cool to me. I had no idea that it would forever change my mind-set about everything.
The class was called A.P. Psychology. I thought it would be existing to learn about the brain and how and why it works the way it does. Learn how come specific people think the way they do. In addition the constellation was that even if it turned out to be uninteresting and I didn’t like the marital I leaned, I’d get a college credit for simply passing the class. The “A.P.” met “Advanced Placemat” and any of the A.P. classes at my high school a student takes and passes will earn a college credit. I’d imagined those being something you could never have too many of coming out of high school and wanting to head into college. That is all I was thinking about when I signed up.
First day of class I instantly felt that the situation would be different in this class. When I saw the teacher, I could tell he was going to be more serous than any of my other teachers just by the way he looked and presented himself. As I looked around the classroom I noticed that I already knew some of the kids sitting down. They all had something in common as well; they had always been known as the smart students because they were always getting good grades and what not. This really got me a bit worried that I might not be able to keep up. I felt I was in way over my head on this.
The work started right off the bat. I mean normally the first day or so of a class, especially at the beginning of the year, you would find yourself spending the period learning...
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