When I learned recently that my son will start reading Shakespeare in 9th grade English next year, I was determined to save him from my fate. I can still feel the hot shame of sitting in English class reading Romeo and Juliet and being totally confused. All around me the other kids chuckled at the double entendres and nodded thoughtfully at the foreshadowing.
Yes, I know: bad memories of school are a dime a dozen. I should get over it. But...
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