Escaping  Average

Escaping Average

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Why do teachers emphasize MLA format so much? The Times New Roman font, the double spaced lines, and the 1-inch margins shouldn’t matter; it’s the inside that counts. Right? Students loose creativity and powerful ideas because of formats and standards. This is why our generation is filled with clones: Teenagers with the same aspirations, ideals, and personalities. We constantly feel the need to constrain ourselves into what is considered normality. -Avery Davis “That’s deep” “That’s the point Marette, it’s the intro for my summer AP lit paper” “Well let’s have some fun tonight, you have all summer to work on that paper!” While Marette sat down and curled my long brown hair, all I could think of is my paper. About how every day is the same and about how everyone in Greensville, California is so boring, so average. Including me.
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