Daydream Nation Page #3

Have a good day.

- Yeah, you, too.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye. It was nice to meet you.

- Uh-huh.

- Today, we're gonna go over

the scientific process.

I see the usual crew of jokers are AWOL,

so maybe we'll actually

get something accomplished.

The first step of any experiment...

is to assemble the necessary tools.

- Charles, you got papers?

- Check.

- Next,

review your thesis statement.

What exactly are you trying to prove?

- I am completely confident

that something in this kitchen

will get us high.

- Now let the experimenting begin.

- Pure vanilla extract.

- Well, now that you're all done,

write up your results

and clean your workspace.

I hope this did something

to expand your young minds.

- We gotta go to class.

- Why?

- If you guys skip Ms. Budge's class,

you're gonna be screwed.

- Guys, I don't feel too good.

- Hey, um...

... do you guys think

that maybe we could...

... talk about what happened

to Rolly sometime?

- Sure, man.

Is there anything you wanna say?

- I dunno, I just...

His funeral was--

- The funeral was bullshit.

- It was f***ed, right?

- Yeah.

- It was weird.

I didn't even know his name was Roland.

I keep, uh... I keep having this dream

where I see him

standing outside my window.

- I am way too high

to be dealing with this right now.

Plus we need to go, man.

- Yeah. Sure.

Sorry, I just had...

a bad stoner moment.

Let's go to class.

- Before I start,

I wanna talk about something

that's been affecting our community.

Now, I know you're all young

and indestructible...

... but another girl in Hargrove County

has gone missing.

So these curfews are for your own good.

Craig. Craig.

- Yeah.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.

- Then pay attention.

Oh, my God.

- What?

- Oh, my God, Angie,

go and get the school nurse now!

- Wh-wh-wh-what are you talking about?

- Everybody,

just, um, give him...

give him some room to breathe.

- What's wrong with you people?!

- Craig!

- Oh.

- Craig!

The doctor said it was some kind

of drug-induced seizure.

- You know, there's a real problem

at this school,

and no one has the courage

to talk about it.

- Yes?

- I'm here for him.

- Oh, is it time

for your tutorial already?

- Mm-hmm.

- So you tutor now?

- Ah...

- You some kind of super teacher?

- He goes way above the call of duty.

- Yeah, well, he can't help you today,

'cause he promised he'd help me

with the track team.

Isn't that right, Barry?

- That's right.

- Um, I've been waiting here

and I would like to be tutored.

- Well, you're gonna have to learn

to live with disappointment.

- F*** you, gym b*tch.

- What'd you say?

- Caroline.

- What?

- I'm sorry, Miss Wexler,

but we're going to have to reschedule.

- Don't bother.

- She called me a b*tch.

- After that, I rode out

to the old satellite dish,

where I sat and pondered

what turns of fate had brought me

to such a reprehensible place in life.

Red oak

Sugar

And Korean dogwood

- I knew that Mr. Anderson

was nervous about our relationship.

Though our age difference

was only two years more

than the one

between my father and my mom.

Lit by mission moonlight

Kangas on that hillside

- Before long,

the sound of the wind in the grass

lulled me into slumber.

And though dreams

are by definition strange,

the dream I slipped into

was particularly odd,

because it was not my own,

but someone else's.

I dreamt that Thurston and I

were living in mountain cabin

far from the world.

I churned butter

while he chopped wood

and we lived only for love.

One blue day, Thurston hired an airplane

to write my name in the sky.

But either the pilot was drunk,

or I had married an illiterate,

because the word that he spelled

was just an illegible jumble

of consonants and vowels.

I knew than that our love

was not some idealized state,

but a union of secrets and flaws,

and it broke my heart

to think such things.

Hello.

- Oh, hey, baby.

- How's the track team doing?

- Ah... Look, I'm sorry about that.

It's just, you know,

things are starting to look

a little suspicious.

- Have you f***ed her yet?

- No! No. We're at some...

cheapo restaurant

where they keep bringing out sparklers

and singing Happy Birthday.

Caroline, look, I-I-I'm a single guy

living in a small town of gossips.

I gotta go out with somebody sometime.

- Yeah, well, how would you like it

if I did that?

- Yeah, you... Yeah.

You probably should.

- Oh, you're saying I should date

some high school idiot?

- Yeah. I dunno, look,

it's really loud in here,

and you're cracking up.

- Oh, no, no, no, don't do this.

- I can't...

Caroline, you're cracking up.

I promise you I'll call you later, okay?

- But...

- Okay, just a second.

- Hi. Is Thurston home?

- Yes. Come on in.

- Thank you.

- Uh... Lily?

Go tell Thurston that his friend...

- Caroline.

-... Caroline is here.

I hope you don't mind me saying this,

but you are a beautiful young lady.

- Oh... Thank you.

- I love your hair.

- Do you?

It's usually horrible.

- Oh, mine's like straw.

- No, it's so pretty.

- Oh...

Oh. Okay, well, I'll leave you two.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I hope my mom

didn't say anything embarrassing.

- Oh, no, she's nice.

Although she did say

you still wet the bed, so...

- What?

- Just kidding. Bad joke.

- Oh... well, 'cause, I mean,

I do still wet the bed

and I was wondering

how you knew that.

- Mm.

- Yeah...

- Well, we've got a real...

Algonquin Table wit

going on here, don't we?

- What table?

- Anyway, I think you're cute,

and I wanna go out with you.

- Really?

- Yes. Yeah. Okay, let's go.

- Okay. Uh, hey, Mom,

I'll be back in a bit.

- Nice to meet you!

So, um, do you have any... condoms?

- Uh... no, I... I didn't, uh,

think to bring any.

- Oh.

Well, I guess

you're gonna miss out, then.

- F***. Uh...

Well, uh, we could...

we could get some from Paul's.

- Just f***in' with you.

I have some in my bag, actually.

- Oh... okay. Great.

- Okay, here, just put it on fast.

- Okay. Uh, do you mind

if I put on some...

music or something?

- Ah...

- Put it... A little...

I'm kinda nervous.

- Thurston, there is a seatbelt

stabbing into my ovaries.

I think it might be a little late

for... romance and stuff.

- Okay.

- All right, fine.

- Okay, here it goes.

- Okay?

Come on.

Just...

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Ahem.

Well...

F***.

Did you hear that?

- I don't know.

- What the f***?

Someone is throwing sh*t at the car.

Do you think you could, uh,

go figure out what the f*** that was?

Do you mind playing the role

of the man here maybe?

- Let's just get the f*** outta here.

- Fine.

- How'd it go?

- I dunno.

We had sex.

- Oh.

Oh, dear.

- So for those of you who finished

with Jane Austen,

feel free to start with Faulkner.

Otherwise, read, read, read.

Caroline, could I see you

after class, please?

- I don't know if I have time.

- Make time?

- So how was Ms. Budge in the sack?

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