The last few days of school had a lot of angst for my students as summer couples separated. I always enjoy being the older confidante in teenage adventures, but this particular situation reminded me so much of being exactly my students’ age and meeting a certain British exchange student on a similar program. And yes, the relationship went exactly the way everyone (except me) knew it would: Angst, bad poetry, and occasional transatlantic phone calls until, you know, school and computer games and boys who were actually around got in the way.
When I was in Los Angeles a few months ago, I was at a party talking to a guy about the internet and indie entertainment and the long tail (Do I know how to party, or what?), and the example he used for web movies going mainstream was Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog and the Evil League of Evil, and Lord Stabbington, and I might have started shrieking. Just a little bit.
“LORD STABBINGTON! NO WAY! THAT’S STEPHEN‘S MOVIE!!! I had the biggest crush on him when I was seventeen! We totally held hands once! And he wrote me an email and signed it ‘Love’!” I realized at this point that jumping up and down and shrieking may not be the social norm. “I mean, uh, yes, I’m familiar with Joss Whedon and Dr. Horrible. You were saying?”
This type of reaction is probably why I don’t get invited to more parties.
And, kids, I hope that’s how your summer romances work out. I hope that years after your conversations about Film and Writing and Art, you become a struggling writer and when you hear about a filmmaker, it makes you smile.
And I hope you’re better at parties than I am.
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