I hated English at school. I hated reading out loud and I could never read books in time for the book reviews. However, I LOVED poetry! I love writing it, I loved reading it and I loved analysing it.
I remember when I dropped out of my English class (after asking for help for weeks from school) one of the girls came up to me and said she couldn’t understand why I was dropping out because I was the only person in the class that seemed to ‘get’ poetry. To me a lot of it seemed very obvious to me and I thought it was people just being shy about putting up their hands. Apparently there was more to it than that. Read the rest of this entry