At RIT, when I was an upperclassman, I was required to take a lit class. Despite all my AP tests and all the other lit classes I was able to skip, this one was unskippable. It was like “Literature 2” or some nonsense.
Despite most of the class being English-as-primary-language college students who were accepted by RIT, I would consider the majority of the class to have been sub-literate.
They couldn’t write in complete sentences. I was banned from peer review assignments by the professor after two different students complained about my “harsh” grammatical markup. One of them literally cried over my feedback.
Reading aloud (shocking enough that this was happening in a university course) was the stuff of nightmares. Their vocabularies were shockingly limited.
Meanwhile, in middle school, I submitted a book report for The Hobbit (cheating: I’d already read it years prior), and I was accused of plagiarizing because “there’s no way you read that book.”