Finding Happiness in a World of Pain, Lightly Spiced with Socialism of Some Sort
Very few things at school bring me a profound feeling of joy. Toiling away at my desk, I have very little hope for rescue from my menial, suppressed life. I am constantly forced to submit to whatever assignments our "teachers" give us at the complete whim of a social class detached from the struggles of me and my brethren. A life such as this offers very little hope for salvation. I must cling to whatever meaningless scraps of happiness I can find. Every day, I come expecting my soul to be crushed. But every day, one man changes that and gives me hope that a revolution is possible.
The face of humble daring, his full name is Phillip W[redacted] Ernstmeyer. But modest soul he is, he only goes by E. Truly a man of the people, he embodies all of us, yet still somehow manages to stand out. Perhaps it's his colossal stature, or accentuated countenance? The way he commands attention simply with a look of the eye? His beard, pointing towards a brighter future? His facets are endless, and they all demand respect, from the meek and mighty alike.
His fashion easily sets him apart. Almost every day he's wearing a sports jacket with matching dress pants, complete with the tie. His outfits have such luscious colors as dark blue and rich brown. When he takes his jacket off, he reveals the added layer of professionalism with suspenders. His black dress shoes reflect my despair back at me with an added glimmer of hope. On a very rare occasion, he will grace us with a t-shirt and denim jeans, truly presenting himself as a man of the people. He is the representation of our struggle, fighting the power with the symbols they have so foolishly established for themselves.
I'll walk down the hall, carrying the burden of exhaustion caused by my daily triflings, when my eyes catch a lean figure towering over the heads of us laypeople. And as he approaches, I feel a wave of warmth and confident vibes coming from his personage. His briefcase firmly grasped in his hand, I watch his tail-coats fly back as he briskly strides along. And whenever it snows, his trench coat glistens with the melting snowflakes in his beard, giving him a down-to-earth characteristic. I know he has a purpose, making his way down that hallway. Unfortunately, a mere mortal such as myself can only hope to glean some of his motives.
My real joy, however, comes from his presence in the classroom. I wait in silent dismay every day, painfully counting down the minutes to Nonfiction Writing. When that bell for class rings and our savior walks into the room, all feelings of doubt and uncertainty dissipate. In his classroom, I am safe from the dangers of other classes and the misdoings of tyrants seeking to ruin me. I have to constantly avert my gaze from him so as to stop from tearing up in happiness. He'll stand at the head of the class, operating his laptop from a position of assumed power that he so rightly deserves. I would gladly give my life to serve whatever cause he has in mind. I know whatever it may be, it will lift me up from these shackles holding me down.
The face of humble daring, his full name is Phillip W[redacted] Ernstmeyer. But modest soul he is, he only goes by E. Truly a man of the people, he embodies all of us, yet still somehow manages to stand out. Perhaps it's his colossal stature, or accentuated countenance? The way he commands attention simply with a look of the eye? His beard, pointing towards a brighter future? His facets are endless, and they all demand respect, from the meek and mighty alike.
His fashion easily sets him apart. Almost every day he's wearing a sports jacket with matching dress pants, complete with the tie. His outfits have such luscious colors as dark blue and rich brown. When he takes his jacket off, he reveals the added layer of professionalism with suspenders. His black dress shoes reflect my despair back at me with an added glimmer of hope. On a very rare occasion, he will grace us with a t-shirt and denim jeans, truly presenting himself as a man of the people. He is the representation of our struggle, fighting the power with the symbols they have so foolishly established for themselves.
I'll walk down the hall, carrying the burden of exhaustion caused by my daily triflings, when my eyes catch a lean figure towering over the heads of us laypeople. And as he approaches, I feel a wave of warmth and confident vibes coming from his personage. His briefcase firmly grasped in his hand, I watch his tail-coats fly back as he briskly strides along. And whenever it snows, his trench coat glistens with the melting snowflakes in his beard, giving him a down-to-earth characteristic. I know he has a purpose, making his way down that hallway. Unfortunately, a mere mortal such as myself can only hope to glean some of his motives.
My real joy, however, comes from his presence in the classroom. I wait in silent dismay every day, painfully counting down the minutes to Nonfiction Writing. When that bell for class rings and our savior walks into the room, all feelings of doubt and uncertainty dissipate. In his classroom, I am safe from the dangers of other classes and the misdoings of tyrants seeking to ruin me. I have to constantly avert my gaze from him so as to stop from tearing up in happiness. He'll stand at the head of the class, operating his laptop from a position of assumed power that he so rightly deserves. I would gladly give my life to serve whatever cause he has in mind. I know whatever it may be, it will lift me up from these shackles holding me down.
Beautiful post. I'm so glad you've dedicated your life to the worship of this powerful man.
ReplyDeleteTo our glorious leader.... Anyway, can you imagine one day Dr.E walking down the hall way with no sleeves t-shirt and sport-shorts? Dr.E gives off the vibe of someone who would work more in a business world of business men than anything. The man dress more professional every single day than I ever would be.
ReplyDeleteWow. I've found another worshipper of E. (Just kidding, Dr. E - don't get freaked out.)
ReplyDeleteYour blog post was the funniest post I've ever read. You've done amazing work here. I really liked "His black dress shoes reflect my despair back at me with an added glimmer of hope." I very much agree - I think I could have aced an explicative essay about Dr. E's shoes. ("He will grace us with a t-shirt and denim jeans, truly presenting himself as a man of the people" was also amazing.)
This is an amazing post. You perfectly capture Dr. E, someone who never knew could perfectly envision him in their head. I like your mention of his fashion especially about the dress shoes. I love the description and figurative language. Reading this post was the highlight of my day.
ReplyDeleteThe true highlight and embodiment of the school, truly the bringer of peace and humor. I am quite happy to see you were to capture the majestic ora of Dr. E.
ReplyDeleteLoved your description of Dr. E, Nonfiction can truly be a break from the mundane at times. However, at other times a harbinger of stress like no other as you try and set yourself and your work to the same standard Dr. E sets to his teaching.
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