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The Youngest Barksdale - Part 5
Dec. 24th, 2022 03:56 pmFirst class was Language Arts
“And so, in The Sound and the Fury, Faulkner give us a veritable kaleidoscope of P.O.V.s -- points of view. Of course, the title itself is from Shakespeare. Can anyone tell me which of the Bard's tragedies?” Mr. O’Neill asked. “Jodie?”
“MacBeth.”
“That's right. The ‘Scottish play’! ‘Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then... is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’” He saw Val raise her hand.
Andrea sighed.
“Yes, Val?” the teacher asked.
“I'd be happy to take a few questions.”
“Oh. Okay, sure,” O’Neill said.
“Val, how'd you get started?” Brittany asked.
“Well, I was a bit like Andrea. I wrote all the time. I was smart, I was cool...”
Kevin interrupted. “But Andrea’s not cool.”
“Anyone who writes like that is cool in my book. And my book is called Val, on sale at your local newsstand. Next?”
Jodie raised her hand.
“Yes.”
“Don't you think Val could try harder to present a multicultural, multi-ethnic, less brain-dead point of view to enlighten girls instead of just marketing to them?” Jodie asked.
‘A very pertinent answer,’ Daria considered.
“Jodie, you've got great sassy energy! Now let me turn it back on you. Pea green nail polish: edgy or icky? What do you guys think?”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Jodie said after a few moments of silence.
“I’ll consider it,” Val said in a tone that implied that she wouldn’t.
Andrea looked like she wanted to disappear. “Any other questions?” she asked.
“Nobody?” Val asked. “Now, who has a dating problem they would like to discuss?”
O’Neill raised his hand and most of the class groaned.
( Andrea was even more annoyed... )
“And so, in The Sound and the Fury, Faulkner give us a veritable kaleidoscope of P.O.V.s -- points of view. Of course, the title itself is from Shakespeare. Can anyone tell me which of the Bard's tragedies?” Mr. O’Neill asked. “Jodie?”
“MacBeth.”
“That's right. The ‘Scottish play’! ‘Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then... is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’” He saw Val raise her hand.
Andrea sighed.
“Yes, Val?” the teacher asked.
“I'd be happy to take a few questions.”
“Oh. Okay, sure,” O’Neill said.
“Val, how'd you get started?” Brittany asked.
“Well, I was a bit like Andrea. I wrote all the time. I was smart, I was cool...”
Kevin interrupted. “But Andrea’s not cool.”
“Anyone who writes like that is cool in my book. And my book is called Val, on sale at your local newsstand. Next?”
Jodie raised her hand.
“Yes.”
“Don't you think Val could try harder to present a multicultural, multi-ethnic, less brain-dead point of view to enlighten girls instead of just marketing to them?” Jodie asked.
‘A very pertinent answer,’ Daria considered.
“Jodie, you've got great sassy energy! Now let me turn it back on you. Pea green nail polish: edgy or icky? What do you guys think?”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Jodie said after a few moments of silence.
“I’ll consider it,” Val said in a tone that implied that she wouldn’t.
Andrea looked like she wanted to disappear. “Any other questions?” she asked.
“Nobody?” Val asked. “Now, who has a dating problem they would like to discuss?”
O’Neill raised his hand and most of the class groaned.
( Andrea was even more annoyed... )
