During a brief Cullen-esque stint as high school students, Mona and I were obligated to take part in a group project: a creative presentation of that vampire classic, Bram Stoker's Dracula. Having labored upon this masterpiece–a fourth-wall breaking performance melding history, humor, and theater–for several long days, we were shocked to find our efforts had resulted in a C-. The logic of this unfair judgement eluded us for years, until our original manuscript was unearthed recently and Mona and I read back through it. It was around page 8 of 15 total pages that we realized maybe our class presentation shouldn't have been like, an hour long.
We welcome you now to step back into the long-ago days of 2019, pull up a chair in our crowded English Literature class, and imagine it is 8am and your classmates are subjecting you to the longest and worst organized class presentation you've yet to suffer through.
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xoxo Vera and Mona
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