I rather enjoy the English language.
So much so I decided to peruse it at my local center for high education. The truth is, I get my jollies off just like any red-blooded Lit nerd. I love adding meaning when there is none to be found. It sends a shot to my loins to multiply the sexual undertones and project my own feeble existence to the characters in the books I read. But, at the core of it I am still rational enough to know that Literature is nothing more than complex entertainment. I understand that Mr. Darcy doesn't really exist. Although, who wouldn't want to wake up to this?
I dare say no one.
Anywho, I begrudgingly digress.
This knowledge of the entertainment quality found in literature makes sitting through a Modern Lit class almost impossible.
May I ask when it became okay for teachers to assume the worst in their students?
The assumption that young adults either do not have the will power or the life experience to fully understand a piece of writing is not only a gross underestimation but also a little insulting.
A English professor, who will not be named for fear of douchbaggery to follow, informed me that my fellow students and myself were incapable of fully understanding the text and therefore were simply regurgitating his ideas.
This is offensive.
Your ideas are not really all that good, supported, or thoughtful.
The years you have spent teaching have taught you nothing other than the ability to leech ideas off of your more intelligent students.
And finally,
Not everything is about sex. Yes, some things are about sex. But somethings are not. Sometimes a knife is just a knife, and sometimes I just want to stab you.
You teach at a community college.
