Letter to English Teacher- a Seperate Peace

Letter to English Teacher- a Seperate Peace

  • Submitted By: kenzieb47
  • Date Submitted: 08/29/2010 7:03 PM
  • Category: Science
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Dear Mrs. Gilbert,

As I sit here, typing this letter and thinking of what to tell you about myself, I am dozing every ten seconds due to the lack of sleep I got last night. I guess you could say waking up at 5:45 in the morning isn’t really my thing, and my nerves for the exciting first day of high school keeping me up didn’t help much either. Well I should probably tell you a bit about myself. I went to Belleview Elementary School and Campus Middle School, so I was basically locked up in a half-mile radius all my years of schooling. As far as my past English classes go, I was in the GT honors English class two years and advanced English one year in middle school. English and Science have always been my two favorite subjects. English is my favorite just because I love the idea of getting lost in a good book and growing connections with characters. This may sound odd to an English teacher who is probably used to hearing students complain over the “ancient” author, but I have always loved Shakespeare. I was in Shakespeare club all through elementary school and acted out and read easy retouched versions of his plays. It was not until middle school that I actually started reading the plays. I enjoy everything from the comedy of a Midsummer Night’s Dream to the romance of Romeo and Juliet to the dysfunction of Twelfth Night and Taming of the Shrew. I was extremely excited to see Julius Ceaser on the list of what we are reading this year, seeing as I have not read this.

On a more fun and non-school related note, I would say one thing I really love to do is travel. I have been many places including Hawaii, Mexico, France, England, and Italy to name a few. But my favorite place to visit isn’t too far from here and that is California. I am from California as is all of my family and I would probably consider it my second home. Whether it up in Nor Cal at my dad’s apartment next to Stanford University, my cousins’ homes in the busy city of San Francisco, or the long...

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