I failed college English because I wrote a paper on why the professor’s girlfriend was the worst poet to ever put pen to paper. In my defense, I did not know that she was his girlfriend when I wrote the paper. Though, why else would he have us study her?
My conclusion at the end of the semester was that poetry was a scam full of self-important assholes who had nothing to say that related to my life. Years later, at another college, I learned that poetry wasn’t the problem. That professor and his bad poetry friends were the problem.
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