So, when I couldn't decide whether to major in English or History in college (always with an eye on becoming a teacher regardless), my wise parents directed me towards English because "it would be easier to get a job teaching English ". . . I told myself it would be great . . . I had visions of expounding on the virtues of Shakespearian prose, mining Twain for gems of wisdom, reading deeply late into the night the next best poet I would share with my students . . . little did I know . . .
That I am indeed expounding on Shakespeare--and why indeed it IS POSSIBLE to read and understand him (and okay, let's be honest, this ONLY HAPPENS when you actually take your book home), I am mining Twain--but only for when the next politically incorrect word is going to pop off the page and catch me unawares in front of my Sophomores, and yes, the entire reason that prompted this latest blog--I am indeed reading late into the night--but RESEARCH PAPERS and they ain't poetry folks. Sigh.
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