I was in like third grade when I was assigned to write a short essay comparing two pieces of writing and exposing a common theme. I chose The Mask, by Shel Silverstein, and Richard Cory, by Edward Arlington Robinson. My paper was titled, Does Richard Cory Wear The Mask. At the time I had not yet realized that feeling this way was uncommon, and it was strange to me that none of my classmates seemed to understand what I saw as a fundamental point of existence.
I don’t mean this to be offensive but holy shit is that advanced for third grade. I would would expect that to be like high school work. I think in my third grade we were doing stuff like “who discovered America?” and how to read a analog clock.
If you could analyze Shel Silverstein, or even knew who that was, in third grade you would of been light years ahead of me in third grade or most of my classmates.
Yeah, nobody else understood it in the slightest. I loved to read, and was already consuming highschool level novels in mid elementary. My aunt gave me two or three Shel Silverstein books, I’m not sure where I came across the poem Richard Cory.
I was in like third grade when I was assigned to write a short essay comparing two pieces of writing and exposing a common theme. I chose The Mask, by Shel Silverstein, and Richard Cory, by Edward Arlington Robinson. My paper was titled, Does Richard Cory Wear The Mask. At the time I had not yet realized that feeling this way was uncommon, and it was strange to me that none of my classmates seemed to understand what I saw as a fundamental point of existence.
I don’t mean this to be offensive but holy shit is that advanced for third grade. I would would expect that to be like high school work. I think in my third grade we were doing stuff like “who discovered America?” and how to read a analog clock.
If you could analyze Shel Silverstein, or even knew who that was, in third grade you would of been light years ahead of me in third grade or most of my classmates.
Yeah, nobody else understood it in the slightest. I loved to read, and was already consuming highschool level novels in mid elementary. My aunt gave me two or three Shel Silverstein books, I’m not sure where I came across the poem Richard Cory.