NaBloPoMo Day Seven: So I Punched Him In The Face

Carter and I were standing near each other during Used-to-Be-Theater-Movement-But-Is-Now-Just-Kind-Of-Stage-Combat, where we were being taught how to safely stage a choking. I could go into detail about just how you place your hands so as to look like an assailant, or into detail about how little a sense of humor our new teacher has, but I won't. I don't feel like it. In fact, I don't feel much like writing anything at all. ALAS! It is the month of posting. Though I may have nothing to say, I must say something. So.

Carter and I were standing near each other, listening to the new teacher explain that if ONE MISTAKE IS MADE, you can get hurt. When I turned to him and said, "This would be the perfect opportunity for me to kill you." He looked back at me and replied, "You should!"

This new teacher is kind of a jerk. Not because he's outwardly mean, but because he has no sense of humor, and takes his job far too seriously. He doesn't understand sarcasm. Which makes it nearly impossible to do two things simultaneously: one, be in his class, and two, be Diantha. On the second day of his class, she made a comment about something Carter was doing, and the new teacher said to her, "Hey. Who's the teacher here?" For cereal.

Today I mentioned that I used one of the stage punches he had taught us ON MY ACTOR FRIEND, and he said that he would have to ask me not to do any of the class material out of class because "a person might not understand what you're doing." Excuse me. I wasn't actually punching Hans in the face. I think he would understand, even if he weren't an ACTOR, once he saw that my fist was a foot away from him. Jesus.

I wonder if, had I killed Carter, he would have thought that was funny.