The Danger of the Two Poem Essay Prompt

“Stop time’s on the board. Begin.”

Our AP English class hastily flipped the sheet over to reveal our biggest nemesis; the two poem essay question. The class let out a groan and began to write at rapid speed. I had hardly begun when I felt an immense chill running down my spine. Normally, I would have deducted this to Ms. Serensky silently judging my SOAPSTone, or just the usual antarctic-esque temperature of our classroom. However, this cold seemed more than just the AC cranked up to full blast. I discretely looked up to see snow descending from the ceiling in a soft flurry! I looked around at my classmates to see if anyone else noticed but everyone kept writing. 

Slowly, the snow began to become increasingly heavier and heavier until nearly everyone  had snow up to their snow boots. I soon realized that the faster everyone wrote, the stronger the snow fell. I tried to warn the others of it but they seemed oblivious to their frozen feet. Just when this day peaked it’s strangeness, Ms. Serensky called time. That can not be right, I thought to myself. After only five minutes, my whole class had already made it through half of their essays and I had only scraped a measly incomplete pre-write. I tentatively raised my hand...

“Um, Ms. Serensly, could I have a little more time?”

With the twitch of her eye I knew that I had sent myself into exile forever. Without a word she looked at the window and, as if on cue, in crashed Rorschach. The class carried on normally, discussing the implications of Rorschach’s choice to crash through the window. Rorschach sensed my fear and knew I was the one. He sauntered over to me, grabbed my by the ear and threw me into the back closet: a freezer containing all past AP English wrongdoers. As Rorschach closed the door on me I felt a sudden pang and...

“RORSCHACH, NO! HELP ME, MS. SERENSKY!”

I bolted upright from my desk, incomplete pre-writing stuck to my sweaty cheek. I look around to see all of my classmates staring at me in disbelief and Ms. Serensky’s eye still twitching. I must have dozed off while pondering the significance of the two poems. Oh well, at least I will have a funny quote this semester. I am definitely going in that back closet now.