Monday, October 21, 1985, After school
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps on this petty pace from day to day And
all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out out, brief candle! Life is but a
walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage . . . Signifying
nothing."
Sorry, I had to get Drama Day out of my system. If I hear another Shakespeare quote I am
seriously going to vomit. Actually, school was pretty neat . . . as school goes. Freda and Zak
loved the Shakespeare presentations that we saw in the school auditorium and I adore the sonnets
that the volunteer parents read to us. Mom was one of them. She read each of her two poems
with her clear bell-like voice, savoring every word before letting them drip from her mouth like
honey. Ooh, I'm in a poetic mood today. I got cold chills when she read them: "Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day" by Shakespeare and "How do I love thee" by Elizabeth Barrett
Browning. I could tell that she was thinking of my goofy father when she recited them, but that
didn't subtract from the bliss of the moment. We also had classes on stage makeup, costumes,
lighting, blocking and many other things. It was a very full day.
There is no homework tonight, so I will probably write several entries before this day is through.
Mom is in a very lovely mood, she keeps skipping around the house, humming to herself, which
can only mean one thing: Dad is coming home again. I get a cold, clammy feeling in my stomach
just thinking about it. Oh, well, I guess this means he'll be able to participate in Career Day after
all. He probably made advanced arrangements with Mr. Slacker or something. Now I know why
he winked at me! But why didn't my father bother to inform me? Maybe he wanted it to be a
surprise. Hooray.Why does my Dad have to be so . . . weird. And stupid! I will never know what
Mom saw in him. And I still can't get over this weird, weird dream I had about him last night . . .
I dreamt that Dad was a spy- of all things- working for a top secret agency known as P.I.T.S.
They were trying to foil a KAOS (the evil organization I made up!) Plot to detonate the "Nude
Bomb," a device that would destroy all clothing on the planet! Dad was acting really crass and
profane and Mom was nowhere to be seen. Uncle Larabee was trying to develop a way to use
food as clothing. It was a total nightmare! I'm glad that didn't really happen.*
Well, brother wants me to get off so he can write a paper for his science project. Ha! He has
homework and I don't!
Maxine
* "The Nude Bomb" was the official name for the 1980 GS reunion movie. The basic plot was
stolen for Maxine's nightmare. Since most die-hard Smartians agree that the movie was really bad
(Max was an OOC sex-maniac and 99 was not even in it), I am writing it off as only a dream in
my story. In my GS universe it DID NOT HAPPEN, understood? Good.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps on this petty pace from day to day And
all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out out, brief candle! Life is but a
walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage . . . Signifying
nothing."
Sorry, I had to get Drama Day out of my system. If I hear another Shakespeare quote I am
seriously going to vomit. Actually, school was pretty neat . . . as school goes. Freda and Zak
loved the Shakespeare presentations that we saw in the school auditorium and I adore the sonnets
that the volunteer parents read to us. Mom was one of them. She read each of her two poems
with her clear bell-like voice, savoring every word before letting them drip from her mouth like
honey. Ooh, I'm in a poetic mood today. I got cold chills when she read them: "Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day" by Shakespeare and "How do I love thee" by Elizabeth Barrett
Browning. I could tell that she was thinking of my goofy father when she recited them, but that
didn't subtract from the bliss of the moment. We also had classes on stage makeup, costumes,
lighting, blocking and many other things. It was a very full day.
There is no homework tonight, so I will probably write several entries before this day is through.
Mom is in a very lovely mood, she keeps skipping around the house, humming to herself, which
can only mean one thing: Dad is coming home again. I get a cold, clammy feeling in my stomach
just thinking about it. Oh, well, I guess this means he'll be able to participate in Career Day after
all. He probably made advanced arrangements with Mr. Slacker or something. Now I know why
he winked at me! But why didn't my father bother to inform me? Maybe he wanted it to be a
surprise. Hooray.Why does my Dad have to be so . . . weird. And stupid! I will never know what
Mom saw in him. And I still can't get over this weird, weird dream I had about him last night . . .
I dreamt that Dad was a spy- of all things- working for a top secret agency known as P.I.T.S.
They were trying to foil a KAOS (the evil organization I made up!) Plot to detonate the "Nude
Bomb," a device that would destroy all clothing on the planet! Dad was acting really crass and
profane and Mom was nowhere to be seen. Uncle Larabee was trying to develop a way to use
food as clothing. It was a total nightmare! I'm glad that didn't really happen.*
Well, brother wants me to get off so he can write a paper for his science project. Ha! He has
homework and I don't!
Maxine
* "The Nude Bomb" was the official name for the 1980 GS reunion movie. The basic plot was
stolen for Maxine's nightmare. Since most die-hard Smartians agree that the movie was really bad
(Max was an OOC sex-maniac and 99 was not even in it), I am writing it off as only a dream in
my story. In my GS universe it DID NOT HAPPEN, understood? Good.