The Pointlessness of English Literature

Hello all!

Today I was in English Literature, one of my least favourite lessons, and I realised just how pointless English Literature actually is.

I always knew that the lesson of English itself was pointless, since English is my first language and I speak thousands of worlds in it everyday and people seem to understand what I'm on about most of the time, I reckon I'm doing ok at it and don't need lessons.  Our wonderful Government think not.  I had never really encountered English Literature until Year 10, aka GCSE year! And now I have had many lessons in it I still don't see the point.  So here is my rough guide to why English Literature lessons are completely pointless.

1) I can read.  And therefore I can read stories, thank you very much!
2) I don't care if this word had deep and dark true meanings.  It's just a word.
3) I can enjoy a good story without over analysing it and understanding what a simile or metaphor is.
4) Analysing stories ruins it.

I'm around 99.8924% sure that every British teenager will agree with me on this.  That sure.  And the other 0.1076% of British teenagers will go on to do it at A-Level and end up being an English teacher because they actually enjoy ruining the magic of stories and over analysing things that don't need over analysing.  And if that's your dream... sorry but I hope you enjoy it if you do end up as an English teacher, but please try and understand your kids when they look like they can't be bothered to do anything except murder you in their lessons.

Anyway, if you agree, please comment down below.  Even if you disagree, please comment down below!

Thanken you very much!
L