So, today, when Mr. Allen asked the class to plop out King Lear, I wasn't too cheerful. The thick, purple cover did not bring any warm feelings. Rather, I was irritated. Kings? Kingdoms? No thanks. As my classmates sang aloud the words of Shakespeare, I felt perplexed. I mixed up characters like Gloucester and Kent repeatedly, and I couldn't grasp what Shakespeare was saying behind his confusing vocabulary.
But soon enough, Mr. Allen interrupted the play. He explained the characters and their personalities, such as King Lear's ignorance. Suddenly, things clicked. No longer did Shakespeare feel out of my reach. Mr. Allen's analysis connected to my 21st century lifestyle. Characters like Goneril and her insincerity reminded me of many people that I've encountered. And finally, Shakespeare's puns made sense!
Now, it seems funny that I was so "anti-Shakespeare." The craft of his language only adds to the literature's greatness. While it might've taken a while to understand this, I'm thankful to Mr. Allen for helping me. I've learned that language is immortal, which is why Shakespeare still applies to today.
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