It's been over a decade and a half, but I had the opposite problem with my English courses.
My writing classes established such a rigid pattern to our essays that they would give us an outline with what kind of sentence went where, you filled in the blanks and ended up with an essay. Which is great for kids struggling, but it didn't allow for any fucking deviation from the pattern at all.
Only need two supporting paragraphs with a little more in each to make your point? Like hell you do! Three supporting paragraphs or you lose points.
Things would flow better if you broke one of your supporting paragraphs into two smaller ones, for a total of four? Well that's just impossible! Three supporting paragraphs or you lose points.
One of your supporting paragraphs have a point that needs two sentences to communicate well? No it doesn't! One sentence for each detail in your supporting paragraph!
You have four supporting details/sentences instead of just three? Get fucked kid!
Lose points for any deviation.
It wasn't until my junior year of high school (penultimate year of non-university school, for folks who use a different structure) that one teacher finally went "Hey, this kid is reading college literature course books for fun (Don Quixote, at the time) and can hold a decent conversation about the themes and such. Maybe I could try letting him off the leash."
I went from the English class for kids who underperformed to the "Hey, take a college course for college credit early kiddo!" class, and killed it.
Maybe her other books are better, but Atlas Shrugged was such a slog for me. I can't even reccomend it as a curiousity.
Ayn made even the sex scenes mechanical and cold, which would have been a great artistic choice to show how dead inside the MCs all were, but she was going for "this makes Dagny strong and empowered!" It wasn't intentional at all.
Then there's the section in the middle where they fuck off to "galt-land" and everything the was building up in the real world just kind of stops mattering, until they decide to leave. Another thing that would have been great if intentional, if there were consequences for running away from things, but they just come back like nothing happened.
Except for the biggest problem of all in the book: The fucking radio broadcast chapter. It's 3/4 of the way into the book. If you don't understand the themes by that point then you're blind. But she devotes an entire fucking chapter to having John "perfect representation of the themes in human form" Galt blather on for (iirc) over 20 pages reiterating the themes explicitly.
Some jackass takes over all radio broadcasts, spends hours rambling about the supremacy of people who make things happen... and nothing fucking happens as far as I can recall.