Language

F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck

Tell me that, that word is not obnoxious and I will tell you that your F*cking crazy. I am SO mad. Why in the world would a teacher say this word in a classroom setting? Talk about unprofessional. I don’t care what his motives were: “Trying to connect with the students,” “being cool,” “getting their attention.” I wanted to throw my shoe at him as soon as he said it.

Another thing that mad me really made was how he introduced the poet Walt Whitman. He happens to be one of my favorite poets. I was excited to see that during class we would read portions from his poem, “Song of myself.” But how does the teacher open up the class? Well he says—“Walt Whitman was a drunk alcoholic and liked sex, therefore, everyone will enjoy reading his poetry because he is just like you.” Excuse me, but I am neither a drunk, nor am I obsessed with sex. He went on and said that literature that had death and sex in it was the only thing that would interest students. HELLO!

Thus, the students only thought about sex when reading Whitman’s poem. Sure, there are a lot of sexual innuendos, but the whole core meaning of the poem goes way beyond the dick.

For example, my favorite line

“A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.”

There could be so much done in those couple of lines. Do you hear the word dick in it or sex? No, but still its pretty mind provoking—who would of thought?