ME: Okay, turn to "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." Dylan Thomas wrote this in honor of his dying father. It's a poem about valuing light--I mean life--in the wake of death. Just sit while I read it & then we'll disc--
STUDENT (we'll call her "Melissa"): Speaking of death, you know the girl that killed Steve McNair? I used to work w/ her, and she gave me a lap dance at a Christmas party. She really is crazy.
*Awkward class silence*
ME: "Do not go gentle into that good night / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."
