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Jul. 22nd, 2003 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonsheenSo, once upon a time in English class this year...
We had to analyze the poem 'Storm Warnings.' Afterwards there was a class discussion on well, the nature of analyzing poetry. We were basically practicing for our AP exams, which were coming up soon, and it was a first period class filled with a room of tired, fidgety seniors. Two of these fidgety seniors being friends of mine, Aaron and his brother Alex. Alex is the focus of this story.
So our English teacher poses a question: What could be the wrong way to analyze a poem? And Alex, dutiful student that he was, raised his hand. Being the rest of the class was a sleep, he was called on.
Alex proceeded to launch into a deep explanation on how the poem could in fact be a metaphor for a mighty battle between ninja. Complete with shuriken, daggers, and chains. He said this with a straight face. The class almost died laughing.
"Alex," I told him, after class. "I dare you to write that as an essay."
And so he did. I think he handed it in to the teacher, too.
Wish I'd asked what grade he got.
We had to analyze the poem 'Storm Warnings.' Afterwards there was a class discussion on well, the nature of analyzing poetry. We were basically practicing for our AP exams, which were coming up soon, and it was a first period class filled with a room of tired, fidgety seniors. Two of these fidgety seniors being friends of mine, Aaron and his brother Alex. Alex is the focus of this story.
So our English teacher poses a question: What could be the wrong way to analyze a poem? And Alex, dutiful student that he was, raised his hand. Being the rest of the class was a sleep, he was called on.
Alex proceeded to launch into a deep explanation on how the poem could in fact be a metaphor for a mighty battle between ninja. Complete with shuriken, daggers, and chains. He said this with a straight face. The class almost died laughing.
"Alex," I told him, after class. "I dare you to write that as an essay."
And so he did. I think he handed it in to the teacher, too.
Wish I'd asked what grade he got.