The metaphorical forcing of literature down your throat, wringing all enjoyment out of books leaving them, in the eyes of students, not as masterpieces, but as text to be analysed and pondered over, their only purpose to be wrung dry of meaning and subtext.
...even after it was nearly destroyed by some mindnumbingly boring Teachers.
One man's mindnumbingly boring teacher is another man's gateway to another world.
I read from the library voraciously from the time I learned to read. But when I finally got into an AP english class in high school, it was like a whole 'nother world opened up to me. That meaning and subtext that made things boring and dry for you illuminated whole new levels of understanding for me.
One specific example - I remember that my mind was blown the first time a teacher explained to me that an author and a narrator are different characters, and that sometimes, narrators aren't telling the entire truth. I was in a Poe phase at the time - and I suddenly understood that nearly every Poe narrator was nutso. It was like a veil had been lifted.
As I made my way through a degree in English Literature during University, the process only intensified. The more I learn about literature, the more I can find in books to enjoy.
Let me put this in terms of a car metaphor for Slashdot: Anyone can look at a Ferrari and see that it's a beautiful car. But if you happen to know the history of the company, it's F1 heritage, the story of Enzo's life, its collaboration with coachbuilders like Pininfarina, the advances from the F1 team that are incorporated into the company's road cars - you're going to appreciate that vehicle on a whole different level than someone who just walks up and says, "nice car."
So, I'm sorry that your exposure to some perhaps bad teachers ruined your appreciation of literature and literary criticism - but for me it's a toolset that greatly enhances my reading experience. I still have a great time reading Harry Potter and The Da Vinci Code - but now I have a chance to get my mind boggled by the subtext of Heart of Darkness and The Scarlet Letter. And maybe - if I really push myself, even begin to understand what Henry James is going on about.