mckenney99
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I was forced to read certain books in a college prep high school class. I absolutely hated Tale of Two Cities, Animal Farm, Watership Down, Diary of Anne Frank and others that I have traumatically blocked from my memory.
I butted heads constantly with the teacher over the supposed symbolism underneath the written words. When I asked the teacher HOW she knew certain characters and passages were supposed to represent something other than what was actually written she would huff and puff. When I had the gall to ask her if she had spoken to the author or could she provide the authors notes reference the claimed symbolism, I was considered a trouble maker. The teacher constantly insisted that I needed to accept her interpretation of the writings and when I balked she attempted to punish me by having me stay after school. That however didn't fly because I worked a full-time job and was released from school everyday early to go to my job.
I probably would have failed the course if it weren't for the fact that the teacher was my Grandmothers next door neighbor.
It wasn't until I got into college and I discovered the early writings of Stephen King and a few other writers that got me back into reading FOR FUN again.
I butted heads constantly with the teacher over the supposed symbolism underneath the written words. When I asked the teacher HOW she knew certain characters and passages were supposed to represent something other than what was actually written she would huff and puff. When I had the gall to ask her if she had spoken to the author or could she provide the authors notes reference the claimed symbolism, I was considered a trouble maker. The teacher constantly insisted that I needed to accept her interpretation of the writings and when I balked she attempted to punish me by having me stay after school. That however didn't fly because I worked a full-time job and was released from school everyday early to go to my job.
I probably would have failed the course if it weren't for the fact that the teacher was my Grandmothers next door neighbor.
It wasn't until I got into college and I discovered the early writings of Stephen King and a few other writers that got me back into reading FOR FUN again.