My eighth grade English teacher made us memorize poems and recite them in front of the class.
“Someday you’ll thank me,” she said. “What if you’re sent to prison? How will you make the time pass?”
Two years later, we stopped for tea with relatives before starting a 200-mile drive.
I gripped my warm mug and eyed the drifting flakes, tuning out my aunt’s cheerful banter.
Then, rolling at last,
The heavens opened
And deposited a great wall of snow in front of our Chevy.
Piled atop each other, we spent the next cramped hours
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Ha ha. That’s my kind of English teacher. I make my students memorize selections of Shakespeare for the same reasons. 🙂 My 99 year old father can recite things he memorized in school. It’s good for your brain, and you never know when those words will be a comfort (or a lesson).