It's amazing how much depends on the teacher one has. I'm just beginning to realize that. I had a teacher in music in school who just loved Gershwin. I was thinking of her the other day. She was a wonderful, kind lovely person but she LOVED George Gershwin and really REALLY REALLY wanted us to appreciate him. She tried so hard.
Try as she might, exude as she might, and she WAS enthusiastic, to get us to relate to him, to this day when I hear Gershwin I cringe. I just did not/do not like him, did not/do not appreciate him, (how could I have?) he did not speak to ME and I think that's a big reason that a lot of the classics don't resonate with children: they simply don't speak, whether they are writer, poet, composer, what have you, to the child.
I don't leave my face to face classes to this day that somebody in the hall doesn't say to me, oh Caesar! We read him in the 3rd grade. Been there, done that. BORING!
No you didn't read CAESAR in the 3rd grade, he's not boring, you read some watered down edited mess slanted to appeal to a child's biff bam super hero stuff. I'm just beginning to learn HOW watered down, how edited.
We read Dickens A Tale of Two Cities in the 8th Grade. Know how I remember that? Because our teacher had us do drawings of the characters, illustrate the characters, pick the one we were most like. I remember doing those drawings and I couldn't draw. And I couldn't relate, but I enjoyed it and I remember Madame LaFarge and the heads chopped off to this day.
In my old age I am just now beginning to realize what education is really all about.
And what a great shame, isn't it, that so many were turned away from what really could have been a lifelong source of pleasure and joy.
But I still don't like Gershwin; I don't like Jazz, either, it's not the teacher's fault. I just don't like Gershwin.
And like Cat Stevens used to sing, if you want to sing out, sing out. And if you want to be free, be free. There's a million things to be, you know that there are.