During the last few days before
finals at my
high school, it was a
common practice for a number of teachers to read this
Dr. Seuss story to their outgoing senior
students as a way to commemorate their departure into the
big bad world.
Woe be for those who had
emotional teachers or prone to dramatic
overacting, for they would often begin to cry during the telling of the story. More woe be for those who had
boring teachers, for they would suffer through a monotone retelling (remember
Ben Stein in
Ferris Bueller's Day Off?). The most woe, though, went to those who had multiple teachers who would independantly read the book to them for a total of four times in the space of a day, and thus would have the (mis)fortune to hear about the
Places You'll Go and commit it to memory.