Daisy…Daisy~

Yesterday in my poetry writing class we critiqued a poem titled “Singularity”.

There are two guys in this class with the same name and for some reason I had thought the poem by the first one was titled “Singularity” because it really did seem more about how being infatuated with someone was much like being drawn into a black hole. Time slows down when you’re with them, you can’t help but be drawn in…things like that.

Well, it wasn’t, but the poem today was and I ended up not saying much about it when we critiqued it because he’d really confused what a singularity was with the big bang. (as in it was ONLY the big bang and nothing else)

I think this guy was REALLY hoping that I’d say something, but in the words of Inigo Montoya, “I do not think it means what you think it means.”  When I did speak up he gave me this, “psh what do you know anyway” kind of attitude.

Then this happened:

Guy: Well, I was watching the Discovery Channel and it was thing about super strings and stuff that I didn’t get at all. But the Singularity is the Big Bang.
Me: *hand raise* It’s also used to describe the point in time when machines develop a consciousness…
Giant ceiling-mounted projector: I LIVE!!! (It just came on, like on cue and was projecting a blank blue screen onto the chalkboard. I didn’t notice until the whole class suddenly freaked out and since my back is to the blackboard I had no idea why they were suddenly staring at me.)
Class: OMG!!!!!!
Me: *turns to girl in seat next to me* WHERE IS SARAH CONNOR?

That projector has a huge lens so it was very HAL 2000.*

*Did I mention yapping about 2001 Space Odyssey later in class? Well, you write a poem about mermaids on Jupiter and it’s bound to come up.