||[Jan. 17th, 2008|09:25 pm]
i've held the DADA position for 2 years now
Today in American Lit we had to drag our desks into a big circle and then put nametags on our desks. Apparently this "facilitates discussion" or something. In fact, I feel it hindered discussion, at least on my part. Since I could face everyone, I just studied their faces and watched everyone like a magpie the whole class instead of paying attention to the discussion. At one point the teacher said, "Well, let's hash this out. I think with our considerable literary minds we can do that somewhat." In my head I totally LOLed and then I looked to the guy next to me to see if he thought it was as funny as I did, but he didn't. He had a look on his face that suggested he did consider us to be considerable literary minds. Yah ok. Sure. I wrote in my notes, "Considerable literary mind next to you is a pill." Just in case I forgot. I turned to see what the girl on the other side of me was up to and if she'd be any use to me, but then I saw she was sketching the teacher in a small notepad and I just gave up and stared at the others for the rest of the class. One guy had on a black tshirt that said "Kiss Kiss" and so then I got that Chris Brown song stuck in my head.
Scene from a Round Table Lit discussion:
Dr. Town: So, what do we think the intention of these travel logs were? Are they literature? Do they count as literature in a sense?
Me, in my head: She want that lovey dovey, that kiss kiss
Considerable Literary Mind: Definitely not. This is mere reporting, there's no narrative or descriptive devices, it's flat. Just like comics aren't literature.
Goth Girl: EXCUSE ME?
Me, in my head: They hatin on me, they only diss diss. And you see this bandanna hangin, that mean I'm like a bandit (like a bandit bandit).