I really enjoyed English Literature and - in another life - I'd be at university studying it now, had I not decided to take a gap year at the last moment back in May. In college I've had teachers that encouraged us to find our own meanings from the poetry and discussed our ideas on a class-wide basis with everyone being encouraged to contribute and (provided you had the evidence to back it up) nobody was wrong, really. I really enjoyed English and was very good at it, though I think the class thought I was better at it than I was.