This as opposed to my own HS experience, where we covered one play a year from 8th grade on, READING THEM, and my last three years we were required to memorize at least 100 lines each year. They did not have to be contiguous or all at once – we made appointments with the teacher to recite, and we attempted to torture her by making the renditions as hideous as we could (*IS* this a *DAGGER* that I *SEE* before me, *THEE* handle toward my hand? TAKE THAT Mrs. Parsons!”). I think the joke was on us, since she didn’t care how they sounded as long as the words were memorized. I get it now, Mrs. Parsons.

and I love the icelandic singles….

and your array of dyeing… so pretty…those students are going to have fun!

hugs for the teaching. I hope you have had some good students to help make up for it. … it does seem that “meeting” the requirements becomes more important than learning to some students. The worst thing about it is that the student didn’t seem embarrassed about that? Comparing class notes to actually reading the literature is like comparing reading a travel guide to actually visiting the country.