Act of Vengeance

I believe that this assignment isn't bullshit (it even says so in the instructions), because Beth obviously spend some time typing the shit out.  I tend to think freedom is a good thing in most capacities.  I think this could easily have been a bullshit assignment if the assignment were to simply not go to class and do anything else, but there is a lot more to it.  Having read all the way through the instructions, the time spent outside of class is going to leave me thinking about class and what I need to be doing.

As with most projects, I am somewhat fearful of the time and effort I am going to have to put forth in order to complete it.  At the same time, the freedom and openness that accompanies this class really takes a lot of that fear away.  I'd say that there is enough fear to keep me motivated to do things, and there is enough freedom to keep me from being crushed by my fear.

If there is one thing I feel from this assignment, I would have to say it is relief.  I also feel a little conflicted since this assignment also reminds me that I have shit that I need to get done.

Marky Mark

There are several things I'd like to do during class to scare the shit out of everyone.  The sad thing is, the kind of stuff I come up with is the kind of stuff that would get someone killed or me arrested.  This makes it very difficult to come up with something that would scare people that would be legal and not completely stupid.  I thought maybe making out with a guy in class would be a good idea, but the fact that bigotry is pretty much nonexistent in today's world means that there would be no homophobes to scare in the classroom. I find this very sad because I feel this would have been the perfect experiment.  With no other ideas about something to do 4rill, I have decided to make it appear that I am doing something terribly disgusting (and probably illegal) while not actually doing so (making it perfectly legal).

I feel that much of what other people are doing is using fear tactics based on the unknown.  I'm going to create fear based on the known, and hopefully people will fall for it.  Fear of the unknown is one thing, but fear of the known is something else, because one knows exactly what he or she is dealing with, and the response will maybe show a lot about the person's personality.  I'm hoping people will scream and maybe cry.


Update:

Sadly, no one cried when I passed around my supposed shit.  I got a few people guessing what it was, but people didn't freak out at all really. That was my goal.  I failed to do what I had planned.  Even if I don't get a zero on this project, I will feel like a complete failure for the rest of my life.

The guy who set his hand on fire and shit was about to eat the brownie, until I told him that it had been up my ass.  That was pretty funny. It was pretty much the only reaction I got to it.  The Lloyd came over and didn't care what it was.  He was going to eat it.  I think that was nice of him.

If I could do it over again, I would bring in real shit. No one really even cared that that's what it might have actually been anyway.  If it really was, it would be even better when people started smelling it and trying to eat it and shit.


And then:

The number one thing that I responded to was the thing the one girl did where I had to get in a box. It was very relaxing despite the uncomfortable position I was in.  The lights in the room were off, ad it was even darker in the box.  My only complaint was that I wasn't kept in the box for the full en minutes as I was promised.

This project was nice, because I though about taking a shit in the box while I was in it, making her project my project at the same time.  Sadly, I couldn't think of a way to do it without making a mess, so I just decided to (not) do that for my project.

Sexual Healing

Today's class was supposed to be about fear, but I spent most of the time laughing my ass off.  Everyone who presented stuff to the class had good ideas, except for a few people who didn't have good ideas at all and failed.  I had to sit in a box, but it was only slightly uncomfortable.  It didn't make me laugh all that hard, but I think that was probably because I couldn't inhale in the position I was in.

Usually after laughing for a little while, I can't laugh all that much until I've had some time to rest.  This time it never stopped. I had trouble walking out at the end of class I was so worn out from laughing. I can't wait to scare some people myself.  I just hope I can stop laughing long enough for someone to take me seriously. If not, I will fail at life and probably die at some point.

There was a mouse.