Dear Teacher,
HA!
In. Your. Face.
Yours sincerely,
A former student who wasn’t quite the smart arse you said she was when she asked ‘but how do you know what the author actually meant? were you there when they wrote it or something? wow, you’re way old.’ and therefore didn’t deserve that extra homework.
Or the yelling.
Oh yeah, loved that one. 🙂
A-fuckin-men!
UMMMMM… Scuse me?
Oh dear, you’ve obviously had some terrible teachers. A good teacher would tell you that what the author meant matters far less than what culture says the text is doing or saying. So, if “culture” thinks that the blue curtains symbolize depression, and can back that up by pointing to other elements of the text that support that interpretation, then that’s what the blue curtains mean. Of course, most of the time there’s competing interpretations. That’s what’s really fun about studying literature– not coming to single interpretation, but arguing about the possibilities.
You’re a teacher.
Aren’t you.
you bet your sweet ass I am!
You spelt ‘arse’ wrong. Just sayin’.
pffft!
And what kind of response is that from a teacher??
I KNOW AUNTY JANE! WHY SHE TALK SMACK ABOUT MAGNIFICENT TEACHERS? ❤ 😛
Dear Mumma and Baby Cousin,
Did it ever occur to you both that the reason why I’ve never got(ten) over my school years is because I’m still bloody surrounded by teachers??
Yeah.
I win.
Kris.
I love it! I still remember dreaded poetry and art analysis….it can say whatever I think it says! OMG! I’ve just invented politics 😉
*snerk*
To be honest, these days it’s less about what the teacher thinks and more about what a bunch of faceless bureaucrats and over-payed academic think tanks say that the teachers should think and therefore should pass onto the students.
Not that I’m a cynic or anything.
*blink, blink*
No, of course you’re not, Jen…