We experienced the Rime of the Ancient Mariner in high school. The room had two boards covering the front wall. Each day we were greeted with a full wall, full color chalk drawing. The drawing was the point of the day's analysis. I spent most of the class calculating what I would have to read out loud so I didn't look like an idiot when it was my turn to recite.
My favorite literature was Poe. It wasn't good, but when I was in third grade our homeroom teacher would read it to us while we waited for the buses. I thought he was going to have a stroke reading the telltale heart.
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Originally Posted by Wes Converse
TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story...
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