another gem from the student underground
MS Paint and my students' sudden verbosity have been very good to me. (Not to mention getting a roster of those students so that I can learn their names. Sure comes in handy, as thus far they have gone by such monikers as 'vodka boy' and 'businesswoman'.)
This is the story of a man. A naked man. One day the naked man woke up on the park bench. Naked and alone, surrounded by many beer bottles, he felt a green light shine down on him. He was a confused naked man. Soon a little brown dog came up to him and started sniffing the beer bottles around the bench. The naked man sat up, unsure of where he was or what he has done. All that he could remember was that the day before he had gone to teach English at school and when he finished he went to a club to meet a nice girl. He met a lot of nice girls. They wore short skirts and had on pretty dresses.
The man thinks that he went home with one of these nice girls, but he cannot remember. He is all alone now except for the dog and the beer. There is a strange green light in the sky. What could it be? It..it is a UFO! But that is not important. What is important to the man is that he likes beer. He leans down and picks up a beer to look at. The bottle is empty. Green light shines over it. He picks up another bottle. It too is empty and filled with green light. All the bottles are empty! Yet, all shine with green light. The man looks up and yells bad things at the sky and the UFO. Why does he have no clothes? Why does he have no beer? This is so unfair. The man screams at the skies. The screams....he can hear himself scream as he wakes up.
Thank goodness, it was just a dream.
(Please forgive me. Please forgive my students.)
4 Comments:
I wish I´d copied down one of my students´ stories about the human crocodile. Yours is even better though!
I´m just wondering what they put in the water in Poland. ;-)
this was soo awesome until the end! why does it have to be a dream? why? why? why? I'm upset. boo!
What's in the water in Poland? Why coal dust of course. And out east maybe some Uranium. Anyway, I'm getting some assignments in. I could be posting stuff like this for weeks. Weeks!
There is nothing more saddening than a man without beer.
You brought a tear to my eye.
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