My English Class AKA: "Prison"

Most of my highschool years were spent at a small church school that I used to go to. They challenged me and pushed me really hard, particularly my English teacher. I remember writing a paper every week of the school year, or at least it seemed like we wrote one every week. I remember staying up all night writing papers. Many of these papers were research papers and my teacher graded very harshly and thoroughly, making sure that I dotted all my i's and crossed all my t's. As hard as that English class was, I'm very thankful that I took it because I believe that it prepared me for my future, and hopefully helped me become a good writer.