I, Cecily Cardew, despise the thought of education. "I keep a diary to enter the wonderful secrets of my life," but my day is full of dull subjects which I cannot bring myself to truly study (22). "Horrid Political Economy! Horrid Geography! Horrid, horrid German!" (23). I would much rather write to you, dear Journal, as you do not judge me. Speaking of judging, I received the most awful bout of judgment today when I foolishly decided to share my love of crafts with my AP English 12 class. You may wonder how a girl like me ended up in AP English, but it is a matter of little consequence. The simple fact is that "I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me too much," and so I though I fit in with the AP English crowd (22). However, today's incidents may prove this sentiment false. You may not know this, but I have a habit of making elaborate piñatas in my spare time, when I am not tending to the flowers. I consider it my secret strength, and I had thought to share it with my esteemed classmates and teacher. I specifically chose to share this with them on my birthday, hoping that they would realize that a girl deserves praise on such a special occasion as her eighteenth birthday. However, my expert craftsmanship was not well received. "That piñata is horrifying," Katie C. said bluntly. The others quickly agreed, and then analyzed the structure, design, and craftsmanship of my piñata. I was appalled as they metaphorically tore it to pieces, then suggested that they physically tear it apart. By this point, I had become so demoralized that I simply shrugged in agreement. I watched as they beat my lovingly made piñata with a large stick, and then once they realized that there was nothing inside except my hopes and dreams, they continued discussion as if nothing had happened.
I'm sorry if this story has depressed or unnerved you. Here is a video clip of something joyful to take your mind off of my misfortunes:
Poor Cecily, this truly sounds like an unusually horrid day in AP English 12. If I would've known how much the pinata bashing would hurt your feelings, I surely would not have participated. However, I can't take back the anger I felt when I realized there was NO candy in the pinata. Do you not know how pinatas work? Candy is expected. Maybe if you get it right next time, no one will smash it to pieces (both verbally and physically).
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