I don’t remember the book we had for one English class, but I HATED it. As in I never finished it, took the fail on all the assignments associated with it, and wrote fanfiction during class instead of paying attention to anything my teacher said.
I checked out when she was trying to force some bullshit symbolism that honestly wasn’t there and decided that if we didn’t think the way she did, we were wrong.
I tested like a champ though, so I still graduated with great marks and extra credits.
Oh absolutely!
But sometimes the curtains are just curtains and it’s nothing more than scenery.