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Introduction to my final paper for my NYU Pre-College writing class in 11th grade.
Over the last 4 weeks, my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons have been spent in the same place. While most of my friends on Long Island were at the beach (or sleeping), I was at 269 Mercer Street in room 235. It wasn’t the ideal summer hangout, but I have a feeling that I’m getting so much more out of this class than I’d be getting at the beach. When class began, I was anxious to analyze my author, however I think I expected this task to be a lot simpler than it actually was. Even after countless late nights (and about 20,000 cups of coffee), my author’s inner psyche still befuddles me to a degree. Each time I read his pieces over, new information jumps out at me, both in content and context. I could probably write a new draft every single day until the end of summer, each day sculpting a new vision for the reader. However I am not granted that luxury (if you would even call it that), so what you see here is basically an incomplete work. Scratch that. Not incomplete, just unfinished. The greatest lesson I’ve learned though is that words say a lot more than what they mean. The secret to understanding great texts is to go beyond the solid definitions of words, and once that barrier is broken a whole new significance is discovered. This paper may technically be unfinished, but it just may be the most complete paper I’ve ever written. Enjoy.
