bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday <br />at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers <br />I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. - <br />you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted.... <br />he agreed, but said go easy on the lad he's only thirteen <br />they all want to be fifteen and grown up at that age, <br />they can't be seen by their peer-group to be 'for' anything too much <br />so they ridicule everything, it's either pretentious crap if it's modern <br />or stupid ancient crap if it's more than a generation ago... <br />they even call Shakespeare a sad loser until <br />someone says he wrote the screenplay for that film <br />though they're fascinated by the idea that Marlowe <br />was a spy as well as a crap writer not that they've read him anyway <br /> <br />but you know what he said <br />put them up on stage in the annual Shakespeare and make them <br />speak his lines, and they'll never forget it, <br />they'll not say anything about it to me except in private but <br />they'll remember it to their dying day it's things like that <br />he said that keep me in this bloody job. <br /> <br /> <br />(revisited)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/english-teacher-3/
