Opening Song: "I Refuse" - Aaliyah
It's pretty sad when you have to grab the wall to keep the world from spinning around you... believe me, that's how I've been all week. Alright, guess I should speak briefly about school and such.
First of all I want to say "CONGRATULATIONS!" to both Amanda and Teena for getting A's in Kasper's AP English Lit class. You make me proud, girls. Anyway, returning to school wasn't nearly as stressful as I imagined. I'm gonna be teaching English and Spanish to the Freshmen (once again) in AVID sessions; Criminal Justice should be a breeze; and Band *scoff* can't get any worse.
The only class that shocked me was AP Psych; our old class (mostly seniors, all Smarties) was awesome but the kids in the NEW class are soooo rude. I felt sorry for Mr. Markowski 'cause they're back-talkin', yellin', sleepin'... it's a good thing I'm not their teacher cause JiMBO don't play 'dat. Nah-Unh, kids.
And now the saga continues with the second episode of Dream Within A Dream.
Tale #2: "All Aboard the Execution Express"
Original Air Date: 1/31/2005
It's well-past midnight; there isn't a soul outside. I find myself sitting in the back row of the high school auditorium. The room is pitch black but there's a spotlight on the stage. Apparently, auditions for the school play are being held here.
Neelam (Rice Lady's friend) goes up on stage and performs a dramatic monologue. She opens her mouth... but it is NOT her voice. It feels like we're in one of those 70s Kung Fu movies, like her voice is being dubbed over (badly) by a 60 year-old woman. I may sound sick saying this, but it was still pretty sexy. I know, I know...
After watching her performance I walk upstairs and enter the Drama Club's "Green Room." I walk a little further (where the sound system would be) and the entire room magically transforms into a huge newsroom. Suddenly I have a brown, reporter hat on my head and I realize that I am the editor-in-chief of this newspaper with dozens of people working under me.
Sitting at a white desk, one of my writers types away on an antique typewriter. Since he's busy, I tell him that I've got a scoop and I'm going to go check it out. I walk a couple feet to the right and I find myself in a big, white room with balcony seats.
In front of the seats, I see three middle-aged men and women in orange jumpsuits and one wildly obese, sweaty high school student wearing taped-up glasses, a gray hoodie, and sweatpants. *cringe* Apparently, the boy had committed a computer-related crime at the school and was going to be electrocuted for it... but he had to wait in line first.
There were 2 men and one woman in line to sit in the electric chair before the kid had to be strapped in. Since I didn't miss the show I decided to take my seat in a press box reserved just for me. On the way up I ran into Teena and Amanda. As the first prisoner, a creepy guy with a dark brown mullet, started twitching and writhing around manically in the chair, Amanda just burst out laughing, telling Teena how that guy looks just like her dad when he's spazzing out. And I don't think they're being insensitive at all.
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