Reviewing my classmates claims

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Today in AP Lit, we reviewed our peers claims on the poem “The Last night she lived” by Emily Dickinson. The way I analyzed my poem, I came to a consensus that the poem was about a jealous women envying another women on her death bed. When we reviewed as a class, I later found out that my analysis was wrong, and Mr. Rease made me understand why and how to not make the same mistake the next time I analyze a poem.

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