My Tribute to Gov

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Avery

 Last year I didn’t take APUSH: the class that consumed everyone’s junior year, the class where DBQs dominated, and the class where, unfortunately, for me, all my classmates learned about America’s history. (yeah, I know, American history in US History class? Duh)

But I’m saying this because I feel that taking this course online (due to my crammed 7 period schedule) definitely underprepared me in terms of how well I knew the events and important happenings of my country’s past. 

Yes, I know about civil rights and the Revolutionary War, but definitely not about the details of past Presidents or the implications of the Civil War. Thus, I desperately clung to the knowledge I had accumulated in AP Euro, one of my favorite classes from sophomore year. While history is not my favorite subject, knowing history makes me feel amazing in a way I cannot explain. I’ll try though. History allows me to connect the past with the present and to better grasp the world as it is now based on the one from centuries and millennia before. And it’s nice for trivia. 

So, I guess my point is that AP Gov is probably the highlight of my senior schedule. For one thing, sitting in the third seat of the second row every morning at 8:22 a.m., I always feel like I am absorbing loads of information I did not know before. Like loaaadddsss. My brain is a sponge sucking up every last bit of Mr. Freed’s witty words. 

Though he harshly criticizes the school newspaper (which I heartily defended during class with a face redder than a tomato :’) ) his way of bluntly stating “only things that are true” and portraying our government in a humorous way keeps me engaged. I can learn about the House and the Senate and court cases and mandates without staring into space and thinking about food. 

A lot of the information I missed out on from in-class APUSH is not going to be touched on in Gov, but this class has filled a lot of those gaps, as well as taught me about the ins and outs of one of the most important pieces of America. I am now more interested in politics. I can read political news articles without exiting out after four paragraphs, and I can stay engaged in discussion. 

Let's just hope that I have just as much good stuff to say when this class goes from Gov. to Econ.

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