It’s become a sort of ritual for me to make fun of what we read in literature class. Last semester, when we concluded reading an author’s works, I…

It’s become a sort of ritual for me to make fun of what we read in literature class. Last semester, when we concluded reading an author’s works, I decided to write something along those (supposedly) humorous lines. It was a complete disaster because my literature teacher interpreted my work as disrespectful of the author we had read in class.   I wasn’t trying to minimize the importance of the class or to vilify the author as my teacher thought I was doing. In retrospect, and after re-reading my work, it does seem like I was trying to do just that, to insult both the class and the author. I guess I took it too far.   Since then, I’ve always felt a rift between myself and my literature teacher. I didn’t realize how much my work had offended the teacher. Though my immediate reaction was anger at what the teacher accused me of, I just felt terrible.   I guess I learned my lesson, and that’s to think about how someone may react to what I do (or in this case, write).   – Allyson

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