I Don't Wanna!!!

Alright, ladies and gentleman, take a trip with me back in time to first semester Junior year in Mrs. Turner's AP English Class. Here I am, a decent student with way too much sleeping to do and too little time for Summer Reading Projects. I had finished (barely) and in no time at all I would be forced to learn the devil's way of citing. We would call her, MLA Format. For every article I had acquired for my research paper, I would have to cite my resources in MLA Format. If there was one tiny little spacing error, Turner gave you a  zero on this 100 point assignment. Well, let's just say no one got a 100 right out of the gate. It probably took me 10 tries to get that gosh darn assignment 100% correct. Oh, but my encounter with MLA Format didn't stop there. It stalked me for many more months; jumping out behind corners and haunting my dreams. After the first MLA Works Cited project was completed,  like any good teacher a quiz over what we had learned was added to our list of to-do's. We were given a list of articles, magazines, movies, books, websites, etc and were expected to cite all of them. (If you didn't know, there's a different way to do all of those...) This meant I had to study all the guidelines for all the ways to cite all the different types of resources. I'm almost positive I didn't pass that quiz so let's just add that to my list of failures for that year. MLA Format continued to haunt me when Mrs. Turner assigned us to find 5-10 more resources for our project which would include another round of MLA Works Cited. At this point you're probably wondering how I ever made it out alive... Well, I didn't. First semester was the worst grade I have ever gotten in any class ever in my life. (I did exponentially better second semester so don't you worry!) I blame all my failures and mishaps on one thing and one thing only: MLA Format. It was the death of me. As soon as I thought I had gotten rid of MLA Format once and for all, it is coming back to haunt me my senior year. HOW RUDE. Clearly, I am not looking forward to working with MLA again and we are not on good terms. 

This is Mrs. Wendy Turner AKA Whirl Wendy.
She's crazy and sometimes awful, but she's my crazy and awful and I love her.
She has taught me so much even though she ruined my transcript.
My only hope is that one day I can be half as good of a teacher as she is.

(Stories and events were dramatized for comedic effect. I am not dead, nor do I actually blame MLA for my terrible grade. I accept responsibility for sucking last year, and I love Mrs. Turner with my whole heart. Just to clarify for all who are wondering!)