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US History, Wednesday Period 3
Chuck walked into the room about a minute after the bell, wheeling a TV. He put his briefcase down on his desk and
“I trust that, while I was gone, you treated Scrabble with the proper respect that a TA deserves.” He looked a little disappointed at this. Clearly he had been hoping that she would get the same jabs that he normally did.
“Today, we’re going to wrap the Korean War and the Vietnam War both into one lesson. It’s not that tough to fit both into a class period, because neither war was really that large, or important. Especially Korea. The only reason we remember Korea is because of that fantastic old comedy show: S*P*U*D. The letters, of course, stood for:
S-urgical
P-lace
U (-hhhh, I can never remember “U”….)
D-octors (or something like that.)”
Chuck looked very annoyed that he couldn’t remember it, but he waved it away. “It’s a highly accurate portrayal of the horrors of war, so we’ll watch a little at the end of class.” Chuck motioned to the TV, then glared. “But not until the end of class, and you have an in-class assignment today, so pay attention!
“Then we can move into the Vietnam War.” He rolled his eyes. “Really, it was nowhere near big enough to be called a full-out war. The American troops went in for a little police action, kicked ass, and left. There was so little real fighting that one young troop, a Mr. Eli Whitney, took time out to invent those little drink umbrellas.
“In Nixon’s famed “I Have a Dream” speech, he spoke about how little the Vietnam War mattered. He spoke of walking down a long corridor. It was like it was him, but it wasn’t really him, because he was watching him walk down a corridor. He bumped into his ex-wife, who suddenly flew away. Then he was naked, and he turned around, and there was the whole senate there, watching him naked. Have you ever had a dream like that?” Chuck gave the class an earnest look. “They’re so weird...” He shook his head. “Anyway, the point of the dream was that the war didn’t matter. You can tell from see the obvious metaphorical implications in the dream. The corridor being America, his ex-wife being the fighting, the nakedness representing repressed homosexuality, as usual. But never mind.
“The major reason we even remember it is because a bunch of people whined about it. Some of you may see where I’m going with this. And you’d be right. (Unless you’re wrong, in which case you should think again). I’m talking about hippies. Pot-brained, picket marching, establishment-hating hippies.” Chuck wrote those three bullets on the board, as if they were important lecture notes. “With their free love and their massive amounts of drugs, young people just plain screwed around with the government. So we’ll get on with the movie in a minute, but first, I want you to hand in a quick paragraph on why hippies and their lifestyle are pointless and rotten. You should have a good idea from your assigned reading, but if you need more facts, feel free to ask me any questions.” He paused. “Any on-topic questions.”
After taking questions and collecting papers, Chuck turned off the lights. “I’ll be expecting a two-page reaction to this video for next week. Yes, I am adding that to the homework in the syllabus.” And with that concerting dialogue, he started the film.
OOC: OCD upsoon! now!
“I trust that, while I was gone, you treated Scrabble with the proper respect that a TA deserves.” He looked a little disappointed at this. Clearly he had been hoping that she would get the same jabs that he normally did.
“Today, we’re going to wrap the Korean War and the Vietnam War both into one lesson. It’s not that tough to fit both into a class period, because neither war was really that large, or important. Especially Korea. The only reason we remember Korea is because of that fantastic old comedy show: S*P*U*D. The letters, of course, stood for:
S-urgical
P-lace
U (-hhhh, I can never remember “U”….)
D-octors (or something like that.)”
Chuck looked very annoyed that he couldn’t remember it, but he waved it away. “It’s a highly accurate portrayal of the horrors of war, so we’ll watch a little at the end of class.” Chuck motioned to the TV, then glared. “But not until the end of class, and you have an in-class assignment today, so pay attention!
“Then we can move into the Vietnam War.” He rolled his eyes. “Really, it was nowhere near big enough to be called a full-out war. The American troops went in for a little police action, kicked ass, and left. There was so little real fighting that one young troop, a Mr. Eli Whitney, took time out to invent those little drink umbrellas.
“In Nixon’s famed “I Have a Dream” speech, he spoke about how little the Vietnam War mattered. He spoke of walking down a long corridor. It was like it was him, but it wasn’t really him, because he was watching him walk down a corridor. He bumped into his ex-wife, who suddenly flew away. Then he was naked, and he turned around, and there was the whole senate there, watching him naked. Have you ever had a dream like that?” Chuck gave the class an earnest look. “They’re so weird...” He shook his head. “Anyway, the point of the dream was that the war didn’t matter. You can tell from see the obvious metaphorical implications in the dream. The corridor being America, his ex-wife being the fighting, the nakedness representing repressed homosexuality, as usual. But never mind.
“The major reason we even remember it is because a bunch of people whined about it. Some of you may see where I’m going with this. And you’d be right. (Unless you’re wrong, in which case you should think again). I’m talking about hippies. Pot-brained, picket marching, establishment-hating hippies.” Chuck wrote those three bullets on the board, as if they were important lecture notes. “With their free love and their massive amounts of drugs, young people just plain screwed around with the government. So we’ll get on with the movie in a minute, but first, I want you to hand in a quick paragraph on why hippies and their lifestyle are pointless and rotten. You should have a good idea from your assigned reading, but if you need more facts, feel free to ask me any questions.” He paused. “Any on-topic questions.”
After taking questions and collecting papers, Chuck turned off the lights. “I’ll be expecting a two-page reaction to this video for next week. Yes, I am adding that to the homework in the syllabus.” And with that concerting dialogue, he started the film.
OOC: OCD up
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Even though he's in a lot of trouble, Chuck still stops to think about how much Yuki's really turning him on.
"You gotta have some sense of forgiveness, somewhere deep in your heart. You can forgive me." He tries to smile, but it's definately more of a fearful look than a happy one.
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"Owe you what?" It was a dumb question. Chuck had a very good idea of exactly what the "what" was.
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