At 11/1/06 05:08 PM, Malachy wrote:
my english teacher loved me because i was the worste possible student to have in english. i understood things and am myself a writer, not to mention i have realitively well rounded analytical skills (my spelling sucked). but i was an ass about assigned reading.
Yeah, I understood what I was on about, but I just never had the determination or drive to put it down on paper, yet I could argue until my face went blue (trust me, that's a long time)
i was always reading gaiman or pratchett and she didn't like it. so i kept going on about the awards each has won. i read through the lists of "banned/challenged books) just to mess with her
They never had a list like that, as I'm sure they feared someone like me would pull a stunt like that.
...and i kept complaining that most authors really dont set out to have the meanings we're apparently finding in class...one day i'd love to be a famouse writer with world changing books...just to go around to highschools and explain that NO, in fact i didn't mean that when i wrote about something...kid's you're teacher is dead wrong...go play a game of Thud
My tactic was that we has PSRE - Personal, Social and Religious Education twice a week. Truth be told, I got more fulfilment out of French, which is a language I have not used since leaving school. Anyway, during these lessons, I used to sneak a copy of Pratchett into class under the desk and read for an hour. When I got caught, which was inevitable really, the teacher gave me a warning for not participating in the religious debate, causing me to fly off at a tangent. I stood at the front of the class and brandished my copy of Small Gods, ironically and went on a blasphemous rant, much to Mrs Townley's disgust, since she was a staunch Catholic. She tried to get me suspended for calling the bible "As great a piece of writing as any by Pratchett"
A few weeks later, instead of attending this lesson, I bunked with about 12 mates to go and do my Physics coursework, which she was even less happy about!