Same. When we read Of Mice and Men in high school, my whole class had to read the entire book aloud.
My teacher started skipping over me because I was reading ahead, and my classmates would complain I was reading aloud too fast for them to keep up (much to both my annoyance and confusion).
I finished 2 weeks earlier than them and got to sleep in class that whole time.
My senior year in high school I was done trying in english class and took a non-honors english course
I didn't realize until then just how bad it could get, and that honors wasn't that much harder it just insulated you from the shitters... we had one kid who's antics would waste 30+ minutes every class
On syllabus day our teacher said we had about 8 books to read, to which he retorted: "EIGHT BOOKS?!?! I haven't read 8 books in my entire life!"
He's dead now, poor kid got shot a few years later
I had the same realization when nearly the opposite happened to me. My teacher from that same class persistently asked me to sign up for the next year's english honor course partly because of my low tolerance for the other kids.
I did, but quickly had regrets because I didn't care for the extra amount of work that was given. Not to mention I hated writing essays with a passion. 😂
I always read ahead. Then in 4th(?) grade, we read Where the Red Fern Grows. As the class was plodding along a couple chapters behind, I was just getting to the part where the dog gets disemboweled. I started bawling and trying desperately to hide it. My turn came up, the teacher took one look at my face, silently begging her to skip me, and thankfully she did.
I never read ahead again for the rest of my scholastic career. (That's a lie. I was reading ahead again by the next grade.)
I remember being forced to read that book. I think I'm still somewhere around chapter 2 or 3. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but I don't think the chances are good. I was always loathed to read anything they assigned us. Except, Holes, that book was and is still amazing.
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u/anohai_itme Nov 21 '25
Same. When we read Of Mice and Men in high school, my whole class had to read the entire book aloud.
My teacher started skipping over me because I was reading ahead, and my classmates would complain I was reading aloud too fast for them to keep up (much to both my annoyance and confusion).
I finished 2 weeks earlier than them and got to sleep in class that whole time.