I had exactly two English teachers who were good, which was all I needed.

One when I was young, taught me how to communicate and understand complex ideas properly.

Another my first year of college, who taught me that deeper meanings and subtleties in fiction wasn’t entirely bullshit. Surprisingly, she did this by making us read Frankenstein and watch Blade Runner.

Everything in the middle though…woof. Learning to write academic papers has no value unless you’re an academic, and the other 10 literature courses I took all just made me hate reading, even the year where we just read my 4 favorite books.