Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-08-02 03:01:07 (UTC)

Guns & Shakespeare

We had to be up at the crack of dawn, er...I mean...
7:30am, because Luis had promised our friend Erin that he
would do a Shakespearian Monologue for her summer school
class. I got REALLY mad when the alarm clocks, all eleventy
nine of them, had gone off about a hundred times each, and
Luis was showing no signs of life. The night before, till
the wee small hours of the morning, there had been plenty
of life in the living room, with him and our friend Ron,
goofing off after work. The idea was that if they came home
at 2am and cooked something, instead of going out to eat,
Luis could save time and work on his monologue AND get a
decent amount of sleep. Um...yea...no. First of all the
cooking was MUCH more trouble than it was worth, and from
what I hear it wasn't even good. They should have gone to
Denny's. They would have saved time, money AND my sanity. I
was livid this morning. Luis had promised Erin that he'd be
there at 9am, and I, out of the kindness of my heart, had
volunteered to get the directions and drive him. But when
he's lying in bed, mumbling about how he doesn't REALLY
have to be there till noon....or some other bullshit...
AURGH! Just a few hours earlier he and Ron had been
throwing Macaroni and Cheese off our balcony. In my opinion
he could have forgone the pasta games and gone to bed,
knowing that he had an obligation early in the morning.
Especially since I made the effort to get the directions
and get enough sleep, and I wasn't even the one DOING THE
MONOLOGUE.
But, all's well that ends well, right? In spite of all
that, somehow he got up, and somehow we got to where we
needed to be. Luis inhaled some shaving cream in the
process, but other than that...no major calamities. It was
awesome to see Erin's class, and to see her teaching. Luis
did a great job with his monologue, and the class seemed to
enjoy having guests. Erin is a good teacher. She did a cool
exercise with them in dream analysis. One whacko kid in a
hat with a trout sticking out of it, told us about how, in
his dream, he tried to shoot five multi-colored dragons
with a gun, of which he knew the full name and release
date, but only slush would come out of the barrel, and then
he got squished by a giant book. One of the dragons was
white and had a halo. In his analysis, he stated that the
white dragon represented his teacher, Erin, and being
squished by the book represented him being overwhelmed by
learning and education, two things he has always tried to
fight. I am sure the analysis was interesting, but frankly,
I was still shocked that this high schooler knew the make,
brand, AND release date, of a weapon that, when described,
seemed fit only for trained assassins. I sat there for a
while, and felt very, very sad.




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