(October 19, 2015 at 9:00 am)robvalue Wrote: It's strange I don't get suckered into this myself (hopefully, anyway) since I've always liked subjects that produce a "correct" answer. I have always preferred maths to English, which I saw as mainly dithering about. Anything I wrote could arbitrarily be called good or bad depending on the whims of the teacher.
There is a certain comfort in the hard rules of mathematics, as oppose to the ambiguity of people. Though I think English is a harder class to teach then math, because math is by its nature right or wrong. Where as English is as you said way more open to interpretation, and as I now understand as a writer often way over interpreted in. The other thing with English is where a good makes even a bigger differences then with other subjects because English teachers usually have a little freedom for the books and stuff they do, and thus good teachers have the freedom they need to make the class better. I will never forget our grade 12 English teacher having us read inherit the wind, I love that play.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
