Poetry in class

A few weeks ago, we started the poetry portion of our English class. I had been dreading this all year, and unforunately the time had arrived. I have never liked poetry. I did not like writing haikus in third grade, I found the 6th grade anthology of poems project to be a very unpleasant experience, and I absolutely hated the 8th poetry course involving the close reading or Romeo and Juliet. I don't know what it is about poetry- maybe the way the poems never seem to make logical sense or the way that the structure can change the entire meaning of the poem or the way the craziest of adjectives can describe the most minute of details- but it always seems torture to try and get through this part of the class.

So far in class, we haven't had to write nearly as many poems as I thought we would but
I still fear what is to come. We have mostly just been annotating poems, looking for the different techniques that are used in each one. I still do not enjoy poetry, but the course has not been as bad as I thought (but we still haven't finished.)

The Hundreth Man and poems assigned in class
150 minutes