As Night Comes Page #4

Yeah.

I wrote a poem about...

Your dad?

Yeah.

I have to go.

Hey, sean.

Still feeling blue?

I'm fine, dude.

If you say so.

I know you like to do

your crying on the inside.

Shut up.

Don't shoot the messenger.

I just thought you might want to know

that I heard sarah talking to amy.

So?

Turns out Sarah's really

happy that she met you

'cause you're the convenient way

for her to get back at her dad.

I understand he took away the car.

Yeah, whatever.

I know.

I mean, to use you like that,

it's gotta suck, but it's

like I've been saying, man,

girls like her, they don't

go with guys like you.

And I can't stress enough

finals are just around the corner.

The majority of the material

will involve the rhetoric vocab,

your favorite, I know.

It will be loosely based

on "romeo and juliet,"

another one of your favorite topics.

I picked it myself 'cause I

knew it would make you happy.

So I hope you've been doing your work.

There's a lot to know.

Can anyone name me the five

canons of rhetoric writing?

Anybody?

Kevin, what about you?

Wanna take a stab at it?

I guess not. Okay.

So I'm gonna start you off here.

Number one... invention.

Arrangement. Then what?

Anybody?

Style.

How about style?

Then we have...

Somebody, somebody. Come on.

Memory.

And lastly, delivery.

You guys need to let this sink in

because it will be on the quiz.

So make sure you know it.

Invention, arrangement,

style, memory, delivery.

Whatever you gotta do

to make that sink in...

Get it done.

# I've got the right words... #

# I've got the right words... #

what's your name?

What's yours?

Sean.

Well, sean, I'm sarah.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise.

I hear you're from new york.

Yeah. What was your house like?

Um...

I lived in an apartment in queens.

I don't know, I just...

Kind of belong there.

Must be hard moving here.

It's not so bad right now.

You know, I've seen you around.

Yeah? Mm-hmm, yep.

Uh... ricky!

Yeah, he, uh, he's not so bad

once you get to know him.

He just acts a little crazy sometimes.

He's not crazy.

He's, uh...

He pretends to be

so people will be afraid of him.

Maybe.

What do you think ricky would say

if he saw you with me?

I don't care.

# Walk out that door

never turn back again #

# walk out that door #

# don't even tell my friend #

# just walk out that f***in' door... #

now, to last night's homework.

I asked you to write a poem

that you felt represented

the person in you no one sees,

based on the aristotelian

theory that in each one of us

lies something more than

what our peers perceive.

In some cases, something much darker

than what we would like others to know.

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