Bobbie Jo "Rambo" Serensky

Alex Kreger and I had a casual chat about last nights homework, the information on healthcare, the author and insanity, commenting (jokingly of course) that after an in class essay we should have at least gotten a break from the grueling and tedius amount of homework we do each night.  Finally, I said that's it, I'm pissed that we had to do this, and it was past my bedtime so it makes sense that I was acting in a higly unreasonable manner.  I told him that I would confront Ms. Serensky tomorrow and that I would bring a trident in to class that we would (as Carolyn might say) have an epic duel.  I am not serious about this, and I did not bring in a trident, and only brought in the paper I worked on.  However, I caught myself wondering how this might go down.  Alex mentioned that Ms. Serensky of course has a gun under her desk or something and would just pull it out and shoot me and go on teaching like nothing happened.  Although, I thought that she would accept my challenge to duel, I'm sure she would not want to sit there while someone threatend her with a trident in her face.  The duel would commence on her terms, after school in the junior lot, she would show up on a horse in a suit of armor, an uzi in one hand and a battle-axe in the other with two double barrel shotguns on her back. And I would only have my trident.  She would get of her horse and I would find myself ducking behind cars as she shot at me.  Luckily, I cannot see Ms. Serensky as that good of  a shot (no offense) and we would duel, trident to battle-axe.  Eventually, my trident would snap and I would fall to the ground.  She stands over me, flourishing her axe, and after cutting off my arms and legs, she lectures me about English, for two hours and forces me to write an essay (somehow, maybe ill put the pen in my mouth), and then she kills me (battle axe to the head).  For whatever reason, I just cannot see myself winning against her, or killing her in general, she actually has a fairly kind heart (no sarcasm, I swear), and if I killed her I would never hear anymore "Dear diary" entries.  I do not really know why I thought about this, but it did entertain me.