**The Following is a drama BASED on a true story**
Deb enters the school on Monday morning around 10:00 am. She is later than normal to work, but on time for her first class of teaching. Deb bounds upstairs to the sewing room where Sue (who knows Deb was taking her test) is teaching. Deb pulls out a yellow piece of paper and starts smiling and jumping up and down.
Sue: You did it!
Deb: Yep! Woo hoo!!
Sue gives Deb a hug while students gather, looking confused. Deb looks at the class.
Deb: I just got my learners!
Random Student: You just got your learners? What?
Other Student: You mean you can't drive? What?
Deb: Oh, I can drive...
Other Student: You mean you've been driving illegally all these years? What?
Deb: Yes...in fact, I believe I've even driven you around, haven't I...(grins evilly)
Random Student: I'm confused. You JUST got your learners?
Deb: Yep...for my MOTORCYCLE!!
Students look at Deb with varied mixtures of shock, respect and a sense that thier drama teacher is completely insane (all of which are true and legitimate feelings about me by the way).
RS: Are you going to get a motorcycle?
Deb: I already have two!
RS: Really!? (more shock, respect and a little fear)
Deb: Yep!
This conversation happened about 15 times throughout the day, and always ended with one of two endings. Either students asked about what KIND of motorcycles I had, or, if they knew nothing about motorcycles, they'd ask about how the test was, and how I did (it was easy and I got 100%, although I did skip a few questions along the way). Either way the very end of the conversation would be me telling them that I was going to be taking lessons before I attempted to get on a big and scary bike, and that I was super excited.
So, the moral of this little play is:
YAY - I GOT MY MOTORCYCLE LEARNERS!! I'm going to be a motorcyclist!! WOO HOO! And kids: don't play with matches.
The End.
5 comments:
And so did I! Again...! (Now let's see if I can break the "every other day" curse of running bikeness.)
Yeah, and don't run with scissors, kids.
...and don't step back to admire your work when on a ladder ...
That's a funny mental image, Sue, -- complete with cartoonish temporary suspension of gravity. And maybe the possibility of taking a second step too before realising and then: "AAaaaaaaagh..."
I did break the curse of "every other day" running bikeness, and now it consistently doesn't start at all. D'oh! I've charged the battery -- that helped last time, so we'll see...
i'm confused. having an "L" stands for loser, but riding a bike is badass. . . it doesn't fit together in my mind. Can you explain to me -- is it possible to be a badass loser? How? Like if you have a black belt in Karate, but you're too nice to use it? Or Napoleon, who kicked butt, but he was still French? Is it like that? Or like being an awesome superhero in a movie with a bad script? This is giving me a headache, like that time I cried because a swarm of bees attacked my left eye after rescuing a bus full of children from a dinosaur by throwing their hive at it. Everybody laughed at me because I cried.
Employee of the month is a good example of how somebody can be both a winner and a loser at the same time.
-- Demetri Martin
Post a Comment