Demoralized

AP Comp feels like an anaconda, wrapping its muscles around you squeezing out every inkling of pride, hope, and self-respect. At this point, I feel as though I've lost all hope. I have 2 days - two, count them - on your fingers, two, to learn to do rhetorical analysis. I looked at the documents, from this point and that, and yet I can't seem to live up to standards. Ivan, Evan, Jimmy, Hannah. Four names out of 20 who are all better than me. Not to mention, Mr. Motes expects analysis. I seem to give repetition. Hopeless. Destitute. Absolutely worthless. In the words of D. Ibes, "No hope. No hope."