Pumpkin Page #2

Why don't you ask him

what he wants to be called?

I mean, they can understand.

OK.

They're coming.

Come on girls, smile. Smile.

Smile, greet them. Do something.

I'm sorry, Casey. I'm really really sorry.

It's not your fault, it's not mine.

It's the system!

Jeanine!

Jeanine, come back!

The Greek Council judges are coming!

OK.

That's how they say

you're supposed to do it.

Why don't you try?

Do you do it from the chair?

Or are you supposed to stand?

Because it says on your photo

that you can stand.

And you can talk too.

So, I don't really know what's going on.

What are you trying to tell me?

Carolyn.

Julie? Mr. Wohlfert?

Oh, OK! OK, good.

Now throw it just like I showed you.

Throw it.

Great job, Carolyn! You're a natural.

No, I don't think...

Ca...

What? What? What?

Carolyn.

Why did you do that?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Who's that?

That's Pumpkin, my challenged athlete.

He doesn't look so bad.

He's kind of cute.

He kept trying to tell me something.

I can't stand him looking at me,

when you touch me.

You are being a big baby, Carolyn.

These people are just like you and me.

God just chose for them to be different.

Your life's been to perfect.

Everything can't be that way for everyone.

You have no idea how horrible

it was out there today.

The way he looked at me.

Jesus Christ!

You cannot let this stupid sorority competition

ruin your life, Carolyn!

# Sister Alpha, sister Omega

# Sister Pi, Pi, Pi

# Joining hands and joining voices

# Singing songs to the sky, sky, sky

# We are sisters, we have goals and

# we strive together high, high, high

# Joining hands and joining voices

# Singing songs to the sky, sky, sky

Carolyn, you're not yourself.

What happened to our most enthusiastic sister?

If this goes on we're gonna lose those rushees.

My name is Robert Meary.

I'm a poet, not a professor.

And this is not a class,

even though I supposedly teach here.

No no, this is a class.

And I'm taking it to get credit,

in order to graduate.

This is a poetry workshop.

And you'll get your stupid credit.

Take all your chairs and put'em in a circle.

You can't teach anyone how to write poetry.

It has to come from your experience.

From the insides.

Listen, babe!

I could show you great poems,

which you will begin by imitating.

If you have some talent,

you might write a decent poem

by the end of the semester.

What do you do if everything

inside you is ugly?

Your life may be ugly, kid,

but a successful poem about it

will not be ugly.

Because a poem will illuminate and communicate

the horror of your life to other people.

What do you mean the horror of our lives?

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