Generally I enjoy having heated discussions and arguments, I love the feeling of trying to prove your point, especially if it's something you're truly passionate about. But I have to confess, when it comes to essays, I get a little lazy. When you sit yourself down, and start writing an essay, you need to know all the points you're going to argue right off the bat. Compared to when you're having a debate, there's a lot more preparation that needs to be done for an essay.
Again, I don't mind doing essays, nor do I mind researching a topic, if I find it captivating or interesting.
I realize that my last point is a VERY big if. For the better part of our High School career, we're going to be forced to write all sorts of essays, regardless of our level of interest. I'm sure for sometime, it's going to continue on into University. It's inevitable, and causes many people to make this face when the word essay is so much as whispered.

Regardless, I try and put on a happy face so i can at least attempt to enjoy the nightmare which is essay writing. One of the worst parts of essay I find is the editing. After a couple rough drafts, when you're feeling fairly confident, you're forced to go do peer-editing. After two or three people you're completely discouraged and your small collection of essay papers resembles solders returning from world war two. The corners are all folded, the pages are creased and crumpled, maybe someone spilled some energy drink or coffee on one page so the ink is running, there's and there's an endless amount of scribbles in every colour of the rainbow, all over the words so that it's barely legible. All of this for what profit? Good grammar, I guess.
In conclusion, I adore the idea of writing essays. I really do. Just like I enjoy the thought of having younger sisters. But when you're actually placed in the situation where you have to sit down and write all your arguments down, or look after two sisters who don't EVER listen to you and believe that if you put an ice cube in the microwave you get cold water; you find yourself asking the question why me a lot. You love expressing your point, and you love the idea of spending time with your sisters, but you also wish you could set the paper on fire or kill them in the process.