why I hate poetry
I'm thinking about skipping English class tomorrow. This will be the second straight week of poetry, and I simply can't take it any more. Last week, following a 20 minute discussion (and by discussion, I mean Dr. Frick talking at us for 20 minutes) of the imperativness of understanding how to determine unaccented and accented syllables, I finally got the balls to ask why exactly it was imperative that we understand this, as all it seems to do is suck out what little enjoyment poetry inherantly contains. I was told that it's like knowing what's under the hood of a car, and how it works. It isn't necessary for knowing how to drive, but it "heightens the experience." That's when I gave up- without pointing out that I neither drive nor know what makes cars run.
It's stuff like this that's making the switch to early childhood education look so very appealing.
It's stuff like this that's making the switch to early childhood education look so very appealing.