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My year in tenth grade English has been like drawing a sketch. It started out with the rough sketch, evolved more and more details, and eventually I arrived at the finished sketch that would be signed and hung on a wall.

At the beginning of the year, I wrote heinously. I had great grammar, spelling, usage, mechanics, and my characteristically sesquipedalian loquaciousness, but I had yet to develop my writing voice, as well as writing in the passive voice and first and second person. My writing voice at the beginning of the school year could be described as being overly snarky and overall unrefined. I was impudent and immature in my essays, but eventually that overly snarkiness faded and I became just regularly snarky. I atrociously used the words "be," "am," "is," "are," "was," "were," and "been" in my writing just about every other sentence in the beginning of my tenth grade year. Mrs. Boubou, towards the end, began drilling it into our brains ("our" being me and my classmates) that these words were the Devil's advocate and, lest we burn in the depths of summer school, should never be transcribed in her classroom. It worked. I was detestable when it came to writing essays, persuasive ones especially. I would use the indefinite "you" an ample amount. I could easily avoid "me" or "my" or "I," but "you" and "your" continuously confound me. Over time, I have subjugated these quandaries through resoluteness and have transmuted into stalwart scribe I am now. I now anticipate with gusto the summer so that I may consign to oblivion all these precedents I have had enlightened upon me.