I’m developing a new theory: I think Lit classes are actually designed to make book lovers learn to HATE books. Anybody else out there (especially writers) who’ve had a hard time in Lit class?
I got my essay back, one I’d worked SOOOOOOOOOOO hard on, one I thought I’d done well on, one I actually did sucky on : I got a 66% (a C- or a D+?) because the teacher thought it “could’ve” been an “A”. He wants me to rewrite it, and he’ll give me up to one full grade higher…so, whoopee, I might get a C+, or, if I can actually figure out what the guy wants, a B-. Oh Yay! (sarcasm font) I got straight A’s last semester. In fact, in the entire time I’ve been back in school, I’ve only gotten one B to mar my record—so, to be given a C-/D+ is mind-boggling to me. It’s certainly a first. I mean, I work HARD!!!
Last week in class we had a discussion on Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening:
The teacher asked us to pick out three words that were “weird”. I had a hard time with this; none of the words seemed weird. The only one that even came close was “queer”, and that’s just because we have a different connotation for it today than they did in the 1920’s. The other students, however, had no trouble finding weird words: little, when combined with horse? Weird. Darkest? Oh yeah, weird. Stopping? Oh my god, that is so weird! The whiteboard in the room filled up quickly. Seemingly every word in this simple and lovely poem was weird. Oh-kay.
Then we began to analyze the poem: Alright you guys, did you know that this poem is not really about taking a break on your travels to enjoy the view on a beautiful snowy night, but actually about beastiality, SBDM, suicide, running from the law and elicit affairs? Yeah, I didn’t know that either.
So, rather than sit here being all confused and depressed,let’s just look at pictures of my dog…
Oh, except maybe THIS is what Robert Frost saw in the woods on that snowy night: