Sitting In In Elicia's Class

Disclaimer: This is kind of a serious/boring post, weird.

Me: What is that accent?

Elicia: Alien.

Mr. X is an alien, a peculiarly shaped face, gray tufts of hair, unevenly cut, oblong circular wire lines framing his big cerulean eyes.

His pronunciation, annunciation is perfect.

I think he does belong in another world.

Right now, the class is discussing King Lear, Act II, Scene iii.

Edgar's soliloquy.

I haven't read King Lear, I've never been a fan of Shakespeare.

Maybe I should be.

No, no. Bad idea. Shakespeare puts me to sleep.

It's weird being in this corner, observing this class.

I'm kind of like a shadow, the words being said don't even register.

I feel like I'm watching a movie.

Why am I even here, I have a free-block.

WHATTA FREAK.

There's one or two people whose hands never fail to raise.

Everyone knows those people, their words eventually begin to hold less and less water.

Teacher's pets.

So annoying.

"He knows doesn't he that they are on the course, the downward course."

The wheel of fortune.

"There's a wisdom associated with nothing, now you start to notice it."

Elicia asks about the importance of nothingness, he calls her "Uh-lee-see-uh."

He tells her that he can't discuss that until the end of the play and kinda cringes.

He has these weird idiosyncrasies, an old weirdo.

Olivia's in this class, she's spoken once and made the old weirdo crack up.

"Never say never."

She says it straight and dry.

Like hard alcohol, haha.

I dunno, this is such an awkward class, doesn't fit right.

He talks all dazed.

Elicia's making valentines.

She just scribbled to me, "Get me out of this class."

So restless, this ENTIRE room.

Kid: "Who'd ya kill/fuck/marry? Sean Connery, Mr. Clean, Mr. X"

Yeah. That's how this class is ending.

HIGH school.

I'm not writing down who I chose for each, you can ponder that.