the bluffton students leave in a couple of days and tonight we had a going away party in the main hall. the hall is normally all decked out with a large vietnamese banner and a marble bust of uncle ho chi minh. today all of that was removed and huge, yellow letters proclaimed it to be a "get together".
the masters of ceremony were a couple of english teachers. they introduced every song and dance with a thorough analysis of something. one song that was sung by a member of the bluffton faculty was about orphans. the mc went on a bit of a rant about how happy we were and about how miserable orphans were. she asked us all to think about what we could do to help orphans while the song was being played and we were supposed to have an answer by the end.
i thought maybe some orphans were happy.
more singing and dancing.
there was also a fashion show where all of the bluffton students who had ao dais made were able to walk down the runway and expose all of their human beauty for the world to see. all of that went well and we clapped and enjoyed the walking masterpieces.
i sang a song by johnny cash. "don't take your guns to town" i told everyone that it was a song that my dad always used to listen to when i was a child. i'm not exactly sure why i did this. i know my dad used to occasionally listen to old country music and i know he's mentioned all the greats to me: buck owens, merel, johnny, hank. i don't really remember him ever playing them though. i guess i wanted the crowd to think the song might be sentimental. maybe then they would pity me and not listen to the singing or butchered guitar playing. maybe i was apologizing for playing such an old country song that normally would illicit groans. if the song had sentimental value to me then they would surly empathize.
then the party ended and we went home. i walked home with eric and wore his conical hat and played guitar and walked through muddy streets not caring at all what happened or where i was on this crazy spinning ball of dirt.
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