Literacy

Sitting, staring at a blank wall inside my Contemporary Literature class was nerve racking and boring. “Where the hell is the teacher?” This question I asked myself every ten to twenty seconds inside my mind. It was a cold, brightly colored room and was filled with twelve other students besides myself. Due to the humidity of the autumn season, the air-conditioner moistened the atmosphere around us. It made the classroom’s environment (especially the air) brisk, cold and furthermore, freezing. My classmates and I were definitely sitting in the “subzero” part of the school. Besides despising the temperature of the class room, I was excited and extremely happy, knowing that today was the day that as a class, we would all receive a book known as The Life of Pi. After hearing fantastic reviews about the book and how my Contemporary Lit final would solemnly be based on it, I was in so much glee to read the book. As my teacher Ms. Woolen went towards the podium and started to speak, I already knew exactly what she was going to say. “Now class, I’ll be passing out your final book, your final reading assignment will be then to finish reading the book and your final will be two essay questions about the book.” “I’ll inform you on what the topics will be, nonetheless, your job will be to finish reading the book and we’ll have seven quizzes in between.” Before she continued, my heart was pumping faster and faster, as if I had just had finished running a lap in gym. “Now, you may go and get your books and give me the number of it,” said Ms. Woolen. At the end of her so called “introduction” of the day, I got up and made my way over to the shelf followed by my entire class. Pretty soon, chaos had emerged. A single file line became four, possibly even six smaller lines with hands flying out everywhere. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who desired to read the book. After picking the book up, I felt its cold hard cover and skimmed through the pages. Not a single fingerprint was visually...