The week before Thanksgiving I covered an English class at the continuation high school. The assignment: read "No Witchcraft for Sale" by Doris Lessing together, out loud, as a class.
They moaned. They complained. There was no tape? Couldn't they read it individually?
Exactly two weeks later I returned to the same class. I was thrilled to read the lesson plan. The class was to read "A Devoted Son" by Anita Desai individually. To themselves. Not as a group.
We got through the intro stuff, and I delivered the good news.
They moaned. They complained. There was no tape? Couldn't we read it together as a class?
[Insert reaction here]
So it's not so much complaining because they don't like it, but complaining for the sake of complaining. That's school all right.
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