“Did you hang up my Hamlet drawing yet?” my 11-year-old daughter asked me. “I sure did!” I replied. “Right on my office door.”
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I didn’t always offer full-throated endorsements of audiobooks in my literature courses. Maybe that’s because I’m not really an audiobook person. Call me old-fashioned, but
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“Are those handouts for us?” my student asked, gesturing toward the copies of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29 that I’d carried into class. “Nope,” I replied. “They’re
It is a truth universally acknowledged that good professors show up early to talk with students before class. And that even better ones play clips
It wasn’t until I described how watching Ian McKellen’s explication of Macbeth helped me recover from a lousy class session that I realized how often
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