Last night I found out that one of my best friends in high school (yes, I'm the kind of girl who loses track of all of her friends...Surprised?) has returned to our school this year to be an English teacher.
One of my fondest high school memories was of a group of us downstairs in her basement, working on a project for AP English. We were reading "The Handmaid's Tale" and decided to make the banner for the Republic of Gilead. Two girls laid down on a bedsheet in the traditional role of handmaid and mistress, and one of us painted the outlines while another took pictures. Needless to say, the pictures didn't do much to improve our reputation for the rest of the year at school, but the banner itself was a work of art. Or, as she put it, "I'm going to be in the Louvre!"
Those hopes were dashed when her dog peed on it before we could get it to class. We called the urine the symbolic oppression of the male and still got full marks. Then we were asked to remove it from the classroom due to the smell.
Congratulations, Amber. I can think of no one better to mold young impressionable minds.