The Idea of Reading and Writing

I dislike English class. I always have. I dislike exaggerations. Therefore saying "always" has almost certain validity. I'll start with 5th grade because every year before that was learning the alphabet and learning cursive.

5th-disliked because teacher sang all opera like and it annoyed me. liked because I wrote a kicka#@ poem called "Ode To My Scabs" It went alittle something like this:
Scabs, oh Scabs, I kindly shout
You are my love with no doubt.
I love to squeeze you, find your juice
Pull you off and see red on the loose.
And that is all I remember. BUT ISNT IT WONDERFUL! Imagine 3 more stanzas of gradually increasing disgustitude. Yum. But that poem does not take away the pains I went through to make it to that class. My favorite period was the one in which we watched an episode of outrageous animal behavior, and I hate watching exploited animals.

6th-I dont remember an actual english class, but i remember a Reading Class in which we read The Giver. Also read Where the Red Fern Grows. They were both pretty good but I disliked the process of reading. Take note of this previous sentence, if you please.

7th-Fell asleep almost everyday. So dull. Don't remember any books that were entertaining.

8th-Teacher liked me, made it alittle more bearable, but the class was dull, as always. Didn't get much out of it except a pass to the honors english track.

9th-almost learned something, then the teacher left.

10th-Oh god....hate in a bottle unleashed into the world with the intent to destroy all bubbles. What kind of creature would want to destroy the worlds bubbles! A horrible one! Such a strong hate!

11th-teacher didn't force words out of my mouth, except when he did, it was when I had no idea wtf was going on in the reading. Also, he asked me what seemed to be going on in a painting he had on the wall and I said it seemed that the girl had run away and broken her ankle while trying to retrieve her favorite doll from her burning house something something. The real story was that she had fallen asleep in the hay field to find her house destroyed. I learned a few grammar rules, but still disliked having to go sit and be bored.

12th-still dont talk, still dont want to. Teacher has given up trying to make me. Like the teacher for that. Class is dull.

Back to that statement. I like the idea of reading, but not the process. Actually sitting down with a book is not what I want to do, but having the information download into my mind would be great.

I love learning; I strive for learning, but being taught can never compete with understanding, except in physics....they are about equal there.

I also like the idea of writing, but actually writing on topic for awhile...agh...im bored of this