- My Expectations vs. the Reality of Dartmouth, an interpretive dance.
Lights slowly rise. Many dancers stage right: school of fish, school of fish, pirouette. Solo dancer, stage left: coy. One hand snakes out, freezes. Circle. Now square! Suddenly rushes towards school of fish. In center of school: spin, pirouette! Fingers flutter, twinkle toes! Sleep with everyone! Crash suddenly to floor. Assume fetal position. Cut lights.
- An excerpt from the young adult novel, My Expectations vs. the Reality of Dartmouth.
Freddy and I are rolling around in his bed when he interrupts, and asks me a question.
"What's your favorite feature?" he says.
"Of yours?" I ask. Easy one, I think. I like him because he drives me around in his sports car really fast! What? That's totally a real reason.
"No," he says. "Of yourself."
I laugh. I think about it. Hmm.
"My loyalty," I say. "I can be really loyal when I want to be." He laughs at me. What? Okay so I am cheating on Billy with him right now and he knows it, but like, I said, when I want to be.'
"No, I meant your favorite physical feature."
"Of myself?" I ask. Oh, my god, I think to myself. Who is this boy? We're in love. I love this school. I love it, I love it, I love it.
"My hair."
- My Expectations of Dartmouth, an AIM Away Message.
chewmatch33: Sooooo hungover post visit to Big Green. Early Decision here we come!!!
- The Reality of Dartmouth, a blitz to a friend.
--- you wrote:
soooo hungover
--- end quote
eh, mine is mostly metaphysical today
- Scene from the screenplay, My Expectations of Dartmouth.
The girl is magnificent. Slender, white dress, spike heels. She bends down and plucks a ping-pong ball off the basement floor, from between his feet, before he can even move. One fluid motion: bend of knees, sweep of hand.
She smiles at him. Holds ball between her thumb and forefinger, gives it a quick shake. Flawless nails. She chugs a half, crushes the cup and chucks it over her shoulder.
Boy's voice-over comes in: "That was it. That was the moment."
Girl smiles, eye sparkle. Stunning.
Boy's voice-over: "I saw that girl in the white dress, and I knew. Sure, maybe everybody at Dartmouth is just drunk all the time, like they told me. But some of these kids are beautiful. And some of them are clever too."
Basement scene begins to spin. Colors intensify. Everything turns golden.
"And I'm going to be one of them."
- The Reality of Dartmouth, a haiku.
Alcoholic.
Would've been one anyway...
Blame it on Dartmouth.
- My Expectations of Dartmouth vs. The Reality of Dartmouth, a short story told entirely in onomatopoeia.
Giggle! Bubble! Hiccup, chatter, hiccup. Snort: Buzz...Cuckoo! Quack! Splash. Bubble pop. Boo-hoo. Woof.
