Blast from the past

So my mom somehow found and sent me essays I'd written in high school. For entertainment purposes, I will transcribe them here so you can hear what my 17-yr-old self sounded like. They are what they are, most of which is somewhat amusing and only slightly painful. :) I will include teacher comments in brackets because they're pretty funny too (not the least of which is because some of them were wrong). The underline shows the thesis statement, which we were forced to underline to prove that we knew what the hell it was.

( The Dangers of Dirty Rooms )