I remember having to read:
The Gift (a children's book); simple but left an abiding legacy with me as I empathised with the bad guy.
The Grapes of Wrath (the class read abridged and said "rath", I read the real book and said "roth"); it was boring, either way.
Far From the Madding Crowd; my first experience of the idiocy that is literary analysis. Yes, there's a f*****g storm every five minutes, no, that doesn't mean it's a deliberate metaphor, just that TH liked writing storms. Again, I empathised with one of the bad guys and again, it's a pretty boring book. Film's okay.
And that we also looked at:
Romeo and Juliet
Macbeth; well, we watched the Polanski film, at least.
A Midsummer Night's Dream (we performed this as a play, but I don't think that was on the general silly bus.)
Think we were forced to endure some Dickens as well. Still, it doesn't seem that our suffering was bad compared to the lists people have posted here.
I've two abiding memories of English lessons - firstly, an incident where I (thinking of Monopoly) used "Mayfair"* as an example of something high value I'd swap for something; (everyone thought I was referring to the magazine of that name...
) and second, eventually walking out on English classes in disgust.
*"Boardwalk"?
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