Never had a summer reading list, never even heard of one until the last few years. I graduated high school in 1988.
I had this too. . . but in the later years (i.e. High School), we were expected to turn in book reports on what we’d read.
When I was still underage to work commercially during the summer (legal working age was 16 in New Jersey), I would read the books between mowing lawns, helping around the house, what have you. Once I turned 16 and started working my arse off to earn some money, I consciously blew off the reading lists and turned in a crap paper.
One teacher actually questioned me, and I answered tactfully (in writing), “Ma’am, I’m expected to to homework during the school year. During the summer, I work two jobs to save up money for myself. Your reading lists are, quite frankly, in competition with what little free time I have during the summer, and are of less-than-immediate importance to other plans and preparations I have for my post-high school academic career.”
I’m paraphrasing, but she got the jist of it. I never heard about the stupid Oedipus Rex paper again. I don’t think the class ever heard anything about summer reading after the first two weeks anyway. . .
Tripler
Schematics don’t flow well in prose. Draw me a damn diagram of the electrons.
No, it says, “Under the cover of darkness, we raided the enemy village, and killed their warriors, stole their asses and ravished their women” - or ravished their asses and stole their women, I’m not sure.
I actually can’t read cuneiform, but my daughter took a class in it in college - for fun - and that’s pretty much what all the inscriptions say.
I tried to learn but I kept getting a wedgie.