English.... Where do I start. First of all what is the point of learning English when you have grown up speaking it and are basically fluent. But worst of all are the teachers......
You get many type of English teachers, you get the strick annoying ones who get you to recite poetry and your like 'This isn't the 18th Century, this is the 21st century we can loo up poems on google'. You also get the dramatic teacher who wears the most.. how do I put this... strangest combination of clothing. They have sympathy and don't mind when you get it wrong, the thing is they get so into it, it is unbelievable.
The worst part is the class reading, when you read as a class the teacher always picks the least confident speakers so you just die of boredom and then the teacher stops after every single line saying, 'What does this mean? Analyse what you have just read and write a whole essay about it.' What the author wrote she wrote, not this special meaning or meaningful to make it romantic. JUST.NO.
The worst English books in the world:
- Jane Eyre
- Chinese Cinderella
- Tom's Midnight Garden
- Macbeth (which is depressing)
- Twelfth Night
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