Trip through your wires

I will never forget the English class I had sophomore year of high school. There were lifelong friends, a great teacher, and plenty of good books to go around. As a class (with Ms. M-P leading of course) we deconstructed every move that Ivan Denisovich, R.P. McMurphy, or MacBeth made and tried to figure out what the author was trying to use their book to say. It was difficult, frustrating, and thrilling to learn that so much meaning could be pulled from the slender pages of any given book. By the time spring rolled around we were bona fide scholars of literature.