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Show Acting Alone Page 2 07 graded since coming to KSU. (Never should've handed this one back.) It had been an anti-gun control theme. Sam knew because he'd read the title, which is more than he usually read. Sam had been horny or sad that day, so he'd written a few rather forceful comments in the margins, such as, YOU ARE A FASCIST MOTHERFUCKER, and THIS HAS TO BE THE MOST BORING PUDDLE OF PECKERSNOT I'VE EVER BEEN FORCED TO SLOG THROUGH, and THERE'S NOTHING SHAMEFUL ABOUT WORKING WITH YOUR HANDS - WHY DON'T YOU GO TO V0- TECH WITH THE OTHER SUBLITERATE STUPIDFUCKS? Not funny, not clever. Sam had to admit that. These comments had been circled in red in the professors' copies. It seemed as though these comments were to be the focal point of the ensuing conversation. • * "I see a glint of recognition in your eye," said Professor A, in an elaborately indifferent tone. "I presume that the wording of these comments was arrived at under some formal basis of sound pedagogical technique?" Sam said, "Huh?" Professor C lashed out. "Do you realize that if just one page of this theme got into the hands of the state legislature it could be grounds for stopping all department raises for a year?" "No shit?" said Sam, genuinely impressed with himself. He wondered if he could get into the papers or on the radio. . . interviewed by Susan Stamberg! Yeah! Fuck Spikey! Sam could be his own media star. A bit later on when things got more relaxed and convivial here, maybe after a couple more carafes of wine, Sam would ask Professor B for his copy of the theme (secretly to send to the State House in Topeka - he was serious). "Though I must admit that there is a sort of 'found-poetic' quality |