Ms. Woolley reignited my love of books. (An evil woman my freshman year squeezed it out of me.) She was my American Lit teacher my junior year. The class went along with Mr. V's American History as a super-challenging, amazingly interesting class called: American Studies.
Ms. Woolley made me appreciate and attempt to compare more books than I ever thought it possible to read in one year. She also taught me how to look for more authors based on books I already like. She described literature in an interesting, progressive way and let us choose practically any novel for our research papers. Like Mr. V, she did not put up with laziness. It was a good year for me. That year I worked harder and achieved more than I ever did before.
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