onefourninezero wrote:
I hated English because none of it made sense, especially all the poems that I thought were about one thing but turned out to be about many completely unrelated things. It didn't help that my teacher just handed out stacks of notes and told us to read the novel and AQA Anthology over and over again. I ended up scraping a C and D at English Literature and English Language GCSE, respectively and I despised it so much I chose not to re-take it in sixth form to get my grades up.
poetry really is about your interpratation

You and the teacher could both be right, because it's not just one thing, it's so many things

It's like trying to count all the stars in the universe