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fandomhigh2024-07-12 08:44 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2024-07-12 08:44 am
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Kitchen Design According to Nancy Meyers; Friday, Fourth Period [07/12].
Rosa was at the front of the classroom, leaning on the desk with her arms folded in front of her and a narrow-eyed glare permanently fused on her face.
"You know what?" she said, after a long, long moment of just that to fill the start of class, as if she hadn't quite decided how she was going to handle this, and then reached a very firm conclusion. "I'm a little pissed at you guys. I didn't think anyone was going to sign up for this class. I was pretty sure I was going to have a nice free session, but, no, you asshats had to go and ruin it."
And she didn't even know one of you! That didn't get you off, though, Flint, whoever the hell you were. And Tightpants. Oh, don't even get her started.
"So here's what we're going to do," she said, pushing off the desk and lifting a remote for the projection screen behind her. "I'm just going to make you jackoffs sit here and watch my favorite Nancy Meyers movies, and then we're going to talk about the kitchens in them, and I'm not even going to bother breaking down how amazing and iconic they are, and how every little detail if rife with rich symbolism that speaks to the greater heart that makes her characters so endearing and relatable. We're just going to sit, and watch, and then you two can sweat it out while I contemplate the sheer genius of contained in one smart, intelligent, capable powerhouse of a woman who has been at the prime of her achievements almost as long as I've even been alive!"
And with that biting and angry little spiel, she pressed play on the remote so fiercely, it was a miracle it didn't just break under the pressure.
"You know what?" she said, after a long, long moment of just that to fill the start of class, as if she hadn't quite decided how she was going to handle this, and then reached a very firm conclusion. "I'm a little pissed at you guys. I didn't think anyone was going to sign up for this class. I was pretty sure I was going to have a nice free session, but, no, you asshats had to go and ruin it."
And she didn't even know one of you! That didn't get you off, though, Flint, whoever the hell you were. And Tightpants. Oh, don't even get her started.
"So here's what we're going to do," she said, pushing off the desk and lifting a remote for the projection screen behind her. "I'm just going to make you jackoffs sit here and watch my favorite Nancy Meyers movies, and then we're going to talk about the kitchens in them, and I'm not even going to bother breaking down how amazing and iconic they are, and how every little detail if rife with rich symbolism that speaks to the greater heart that makes her characters so endearing and relatable. We're just going to sit, and watch, and then you two can sweat it out while I contemplate the sheer genius of contained in one smart, intelligent, capable powerhouse of a woman who has been at the prime of her achievements almost as long as I've even been alive!"
And with that biting and angry little spiel, she pressed play on the remote so fiercely, it was a miracle it didn't just break under the pressure.
Re: Class Activity: Watch the Movie - Nancy Meyers, 07/12.