Can you think of a more boring title for a post?
When I was a junior in high school, I took AP English Literature with a teacher I’ll eponymize as Mrs. Carroll. English Lit was a tremendously challenging class – probably the hardest I had in my career – that most students hated, since Carroll made it a habit to seat students in a circle and call people out, Socrates-style, for discussion points.
I have two enduring memories from that year. First, Mrs. Carroll handed me back my first paper, a five-page analysis of Benvolio from Romeo and Juliet, with all but the last page crossed out with giant red “X’s” and a huge “NO” written the first page. The second memory was of a thirty-minute discussion about the meaning behind the literal tearing in half of the queen from Beowulf.
