High School English class. How awful! For the first 3 years I had the same teacher. He loved Dickens and short choppy sentences. I learned to tolerate old Boz, and the chop came naturally.
Senior year, my school got a second English teacher and all we dumb kids were"elected" to join the new kid's class. He loved Fitzgerald. At 17 which would you rather read David Copperfield or The Great Gatsby? Tender is the Night or Oliver Twist?
(Then he wrote Gatsby)
Today's birthday boy is more likely remembered than read, which is a shame. Many of his stories haven't aged well, but there are few better sentence stylists alive or dead. It was Scott Fitzgerald who taught me to love literature and for that I'll always be grateful.