The freshmen class has just finished reading The Catcher in the Rye. Overall, the majority of my English class enjoyed the novel thoughroughly. There were many "ahhh..." and "ohhhh" moments in class when a symbol would reappear in different chapters. There were eager hands waving enthusiastically in the air, with hopes of being called on. There was controversy in interpreting Holden Caulfield's actions, and in general, the novel itself. All in all, the book kept the class busy and productive.
Now that the novel has been finished, the freshmen class has been busy writing their first major analytical essay of the year on Catcher. There were a variety of topics to choose from. They ranged from Holden Caulfield's siblings to the use of vulgarity and obscenity in the novel.
These essays did not come easy. We spent many hours flipping through the book, accumulating evidence, learning how to cite properly, and editing. There were times when I hit writer's block and couldn't go on. That's when I would listen to some Mozart symphonies, hoping to gain some type of inspiration. And then a light bulb would finally turn on after a while; I would then go into a trance. I just kept typing and typing. Ideas were flowing freely and my fingers instinctively knew which keys to press.
The best part of this process was finishing. I was proud of myself as I read my fiber copy final draft, my work of art! I was especially happy when I turned it in to Mr. Manson, my English teacher. I felt relieved and accomplished, two great combinations.