So I’m in theatre class
We’re working on Shakespeare scenes for competition
A couple of freshmen boys are doing a scene that mentions a sword
The teacher is trying to tell them that they do not need to have a prop sword
They are not understanding
So young
So naive
“90% of the time” she says
“When Shakespeare says ‘sword,’ he’s not talking about a metal sword”
They are still not understanding
The rest of the class understands
We know what we are witnessing
The destruction of innocence
They are so new to the ways and language of the bard
Cinnamon rolls
Pure
Unaffected by theatre kids
Untouched by the horrors of the world
They still do not understand
The teacher does not know what else to do
She knows they cannot go to competition wielding an actual prop sword
She knows they will eventually learn
The class knows this too
We are dying to know what she will say next
She opens her mouth
We are on the edge of our seats
She yells
“LETS TALK ABOUT PENISES!”
Whoop.
There it is
The secret is out
Shakespeare makes dick jokes
Theatre teachers sometimes say things other teachers don’t
It is a shock to their system
In their minds, the kill bill siren
Their world has turned upside down
We can see it in their face
We lose it
We are accustomed to this
We have heard worse
But seeing their faces
It is too much
At this moment
The door opens
A sophomore enters
This is his first theatre class
All he heard was
“Let’s talk about penises”
He shouts out in a confused horror
The cycle is never ending
(Source: its-maria-not-maria, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
