This post is a precursor of a series of posts that I intend to write concerning the teaching of Shakespeare, Shelley, Coleridge and others to crass and bored 13 and 14 year old students who spent most of their other classes in behavioral straitjackets and had an attitude that can be summed up in the following statement of an embryonic neanderthal.
“Why on erf do we haf ta learn Inglish. We already lernd it. What langwitch do you fink we all tork now. It’s Inglish in’it?”
So if the thought of reading the waffling of a retired pedagogue is a little daunting I will endeavour to intersperse said waffling with photographs of ducks, flowers and fungi.
You have been warned.
See youse all tomorra.