I've been brooding and dark lately, no wonder, and have been a total hothead and take things way out of context. I needed to so chill out and lighten up; however I didn't any relief coming any time soon. Even friends weren't the salve I've been needing. Instead, my lightness returned in the form of an essay. A simple essay from a very simple kid who absolutely adores me, and who knew I desperately needed a laugh.
I assigned the students a Thanksgiving essay about someone, anyone they wanted, coming to Thanksgiving dinner and hanging out with the family. I was expecting famous musicians (I got some), actors (none), and sports figures (some). I never thought a large number of the students wanted to have dinner with me (about 45 percent). The best one, while not well written, but written with heart, made me laugh until tears were streaming down my face, I was gasping for air, and pounding on my desk.
According to the essay (i would reproduce it, but, it loses some when not translated), I arrive at the student's house. And save the family from a marauding T-Rex who has eaten the family dog.
After teaching the T-Rex manners and how to be smart, I then move on to a random monkey that showed up. I name the Monkey "Bacon" then fry it up and eat it.
Next, with a belly fully of bacon, I scream in excitement as all the Green Bay Packer football players show up at the house. I precede to dance with each one of them, and enjoy the experience so much, I take the team hostage.
Without warning, the FBI storms the house, because I have taken the football players hostage, and demand that I release the team or else I will be carted away.
The essay ends with me making a big decision - but what that decision is I'll never know.
The picture is representative of me, dancing - a blue booby.
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