I hate my Brit Lit class.
Not because of my teacher – I actually really like him.
Not because of the assignments – I’ll admit, there’s a lot of homework, but it’s managable.
Because of the other students.
They all take everything personally- differentiating interpretations of poetry, when you use a word they don’t know, when you answer a question when they knew the answer, too, but the teacher picked your hand first. It’s terrible.
And here’s the thing. Continue reading