I read it in 12th grade for AP English Lit, and as I was reading the part where Kurtz dies, I remember that there was one particular day in said lit class when my teacher read that part aloud, because she felt it was of particular importance and we had to discuss the shit out of it.
I rummaged through a notebook from that year in hopes of finding notes from that class…and, well, I did find my notes from that day. All that is on the page is the phrase “Mastah Kurtz- he dead,” followed by a stick figure holding a heart that was completely colored in with black ink, accompanied by the phrase “heart of darkness,” which has an arrow pointing to said heart.
…I decided my old notes would not be of much help.
When I am tired and hungry, every little noise that bothers me when I’m perfectly awake and fed drives me even more apeshit.
Currently, some chick in class won’t stop smacking her lips or making weird clicking noises, and I am ready to have a fucking meltdown over it.
My teacher is not giving us a break during class today, I guess? I need to pee, I need some water, I need some food. I understand that the lesson is important, but my sanity is more important. (Also, we are in a class period that lasts almost three hours. For the love of god, I have to pee.) Give me a break, allow me to do these things, and I will pay attention.