Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Olive, and Florizel, and Jon. Oh My!

The bell sounds at the end of 6th period, and I gather my books and binders and head towards AP English. I exchange a brusque grin and small talk with my writing partner, read the quote on the board, and wait for the bell to ring once more. Ms. Serensky initiates a class discussion, and my peers begin to chime with analysis and intellectual banter. I let the discussion fade into murmurs in the background, and let my mind travel.

I concentrate my attention towards the window. I can see nothing but a blanket of white snow, thrusting violently with the wind. As I turn my head back to the class discussion, I catch a glimpse of something outside...something blue. I wait in anticipation, half hoping to see something in the snow, half hoping I didn't lose my mind. I squint my eyes to see through the flurry, and the blue blur begins to take shape. It emerges out of the snow, and what do I see? Is that....? No. It couldn't. Dr. Manhattan? Jon? I look at my peers to see if they show any interest in the fact that a superhero just descended from Mars into the back fields of CFHS, but they seem engrossed in the discussion. So I continue to stare, wide-eyed, at Dr. Manhattan walking in the blizzard. My eyes follow his lead, and watch him pull in, what looks like, an elderly woman. Her winter parka doesn't hide her butterball figure, and I can spot a snaggletooth all the way from my desk. I try to hold back gag reflex when I make out the mystery lover whispering sweet nothings into Dr. Manhattan’s ear. Olive

I jump in my seat as an unknown force shoves Jon into the snow-covered ground. An third party has arrived all the way from Shakespearean times, and sports long brown locks and puffy pants that cinch at the ankle. I try not to take sides, but this 1600's Renaissance man has my vote. Two words come to mind when I see his tight pants and feathered hat: hot thespian. Florizel. Jon recovers from the blow, and proceeds to take a jab at his component. Olive watches pleasantly on the sidelines, milking all the jealousy she can get. Jon and Florizel exchange punches and wrestled in the snow for the next few minutes, and I simply observe with my jaw dropped. Yes, the sight of a hot thespian and blue super being quarreling outside my window does surface a number of questions. But I can only think of one that I want answered. Of all people...why Olive?


3 comments:

  1. Why not Olive? Jon or Florizel could enjoy long walks on Maine's coastline, romantic dates at Dunkin Donuts, and the occasional hospital robbery with this delightful woman. I doubt that any book character could resist the temptations that Olive Kitteridge can use to lure unsuspecting works of fiction to New England.

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  2. Wow, Jon has gone through a rough year. First, he loses Laurie. If Olive has any brains in her body, she will follow in Jon's ex girlfriend's footsteps and go for the second man. Though that would encompass my decision, I feel that Olive and Jon deserve each other. Throughout the year, the earned the spots as my two least favorite characters. Good luck to them and I hope Florizel can recover.

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  3. I agree with Catherine - Jon and Olive serve as an example of a match made in heaven. Jon's detached and uncaring attitude towards anyone but himself would match perfectly with Olive's staid exterior. However, Olive's emotional volatility parallels Laurie, so I predict that eventually, Olive and Jon's relationship would follow the same path as Laurie and Jon's on-again-off-again courtship.

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