My favorite Ray Bradbury memory is the time he came to my school to talk about his books and ended up yelling at my English teach for trying to find hidden meaning that wasn't there just for the sake of busywork. RIP Mr. Bradbury.
When I was in school, I often wondered how often teachers did this.
To her credit, she thought about it and publicly acknowledged my correction in a subsequent class.
Also to her credit (and/or the school's): They offered a class on science fiction!