Just a reading I found !

One of my recent juniors was particularly eloquent on the subject.
After having sat in my classroom for a year forcefully projecting his
boredom, he started an e-mail dialogue with me over the summer. “The
reason for studying fiction escapes me,” he wrote. “Why waste time
thinking about fabricated situations when there are plenty of real
situations that need solutions? Cloning, ozone depletion, and alternate
fuels are a few of the countless problems that need to be addressed by
the next generation, my generation.”
Okay, you may think, this is
a kid geared to excel in history and science, not literature. But read
his closing words: “Granted fiction has a place in this world, but it
is not in the classroom. It is beside the night lamp next to your bed,
the car ride to the beach, the soft glow of a fireplace. Fiction is
about spending beautiful days indoors because you can’t wait to get to
the next page. Because I like science fiction, my Shakespeare, my
Fitzgerald, my Dickinson are Haldeman, Asimov, Herbert. They dare me to
think and question my beliefs.”
So there you have it: A smart
teen and motivated reader goes to high-school English class and
discovers that the classics have nothing to offer him. “The reason I
did not participate in class,” he admitted, “was that I found the
reading a chore.” — Nancy Schnog, The Washington Post