The 300 Students

[Enter student, Teachers 1 and 2]
Student: "Show me to the schoolmaster. I bring words from the whole school."
Teacher #1: "I dunno, our schoolmaster is a pretty bored man."
Teacher #2: "And he got a caffeine addiction, student. Could we offer you a Filter coffee?"
Student: "Greek teacher humor. It's in you all. Be afraid, The schools will be filled with bums. Only the word of your schoolmaster can save it.
Teacher #1: "You look a lil' better than all those other gits. Maybe we should tell his majesty the king fatso."
Teacher #2: "Yeah, I suppose we don't want anyone to start throwing molotovs or anything."
[Exit Teachers 1 and 2]

[Enter King Fatso, Schoolmaster]
King Fatso, Schoolmaster: "Experience and Education? You came all the way from Classroom 13 for Experience and Education? Don't be an idiot, don't be stupid. You can't afford neither now that there are private schools everywhere."
Student: "A force of wanna-be communists and wanna-be anarchists has assembled--So few, they cant even keep a
school locked up properly. Their number so little, they could live on a single bottle of water. All the other
students require is a modest offering: Of Experience, and Education. A simple token of the School's
submission to the will of its students and other kid-rodents."
King Fatso, Schoolmaster: "Hm. That's a bit of a problem. Rumour has it the police already took your banner down. And
if those boy-lovers found that kind of nerve... After all we teachers have our little position and jobs in the
state schools to consider. Still I really wanna be rude. If there is a diplomatic way to handle this, you can shove it where
the sun don't shine."
Student: "Choose your next words carefully."
[Exit Student, King Fatso, Schoolmaster]

[Fatso takes the Student in front the school's dark and creepy storage room which smells of over-used athletic shoes]
King Fatso, Schoolmaster: "Of course. Not. It's obvious. The answer's is right in front of me. Which means right at
your back. But don't look. Seriously."
[Fatso raises his Pen Of Detention towards the Student]
"Experience and Education. You'll find both down there. And it won't be pretty, I assure you."
Student: "Madman! You're a madman! And a bully! And a slut! No man-- or woman or blob, I really dunno what you are-- No
man threatens a student!"
[The student looks behind him and stands startled]
"This is blasphemy to the educational system and a million other things I don't have the time to mention because you're gonna kick
me! This is Madness!
King Fatso, Schoolmaster: Madness? THIS! IS! THE GREEK PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEEEEM!!
[Fatso kicks the Student and condemns him to an abbys of dirty socks and a lifetime of part-time jobs]
[Exit Fatso]

Dance

Dance, dance, don't ever stop,
And I shall dance with thee till dead I do drop

For Love be the tune, as we sway on the moon,
My heart, it is beating, so fast and so soon

Be it thy grace, that blesses me so,
Or be it the pace, the one we both know?

Passionate eyes, we walk on the skies,
All else has no meaning, no matter, no size

Thy hands as I hold, years and ages grow old,
Eternal our love, a promise of gold

I love thee, I cry, as our lips draw nigh,
A gentle exchange, a breath and a sigh

For do I not breathe, if thou do so too?
Or am I alive, without thy view?

Clouds are the way, together we stay,
My heart and thee, I shall never betray

Ne'er get down, ne'er a frown,
We will dance up here till morrow come round

I love thee my dear, have you no fear,
Ne'er before happiness has brought me a tear.

And part we shall not, by speech or by rot,
Hands held together, what fate has wrought.

The Glass is a Lie.

Picture a glass of water, filled to the half. A simple glass, just water in it.
Is the glass half full? Or is it half empty?
Mhm.
So I see.
But what, pray, would happen, if you took the glass of water and threw it on a wall?
Would that not fill this inanimate and dull object into a new, little world of motion,
vigor, meaning, price, danger, flavour, color and flair?
Now can you tell me if the glass is half full or half empty?
Should we try again then?

Picture it. Picture a solid, white concrete wall. Now pictute a glass of water thrown at it, as time slows down to gaze upon it. Picture the glass cracking, slowly, the sound of a star exploding, as continents and seas are born in one moment and are dead in the next. Imagine those cracks, those seas and rivers, breaking, spreading, magnificently twisting and turning towards all directions while the water overflows in a dance of maddening and liquid grace, pulled from all directions while trying to be thrown to all the opposite ones. Picture the glass as it jumps against the wall and divides into those smaller, crystal stars which now fly and spray towards the air and the floor, all in an unthinking, chaotic stratagem of covering as much unexplored aether as every little drop of a solid rainbow can. Picture the water turning into a rain of color and following the shards of glass like children chasing each other, playing tag. Some drops of water meet other shards and embrace, dragged down to the ground faster, while others follow their own paths toward the unknown of the floor. Picture it all. A glistening, foggy cloud of water and glass, staying there for merely a fraction of a moment, hanging in the air like the night stars of a sky. And now time comes back from its frozen state and the cloud crashes into the ground, a small pool of water, momentarily dripping towards the ceiling before gravity applies fully. Waves upon waves of little bits of glass rolling to all directions.
Picture that final, silent, unmoving pool of glass and water.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty?

Thought so.
Good evening.