Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Dear young man who sat to my right this morning,

As per usual, we were sharing our standard seven pieces of personal information. You went to a school nearby, you were an English major, we looked for common acquaintances.  You inquired after my major, which means I had to explain my major, race, ethnicity, but I threw some theater in, cause I'm really interested in theater for education and community building.  You thought that was cool.  (POints!) You shared that your senior thesis dealt with theater.  Oh? Your thesis looks at plays that riff and reference A Raisin in the Sun using Clybourne Park and The Colored Museum.  You must know that there's a very small population for whom that's a very hot opening line. 

Here's all I have to say: it is really too bad that you're going to work in another city. 


love,
hannah

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