Of imaginary cars, pregnant boys, and hilarity...

So in my Drama class today we had to do an improvisational exercise. It sounded pretty promising. Mr. Zack set up four chairs in groups of two in the middle of the stage, telling us it was a car. He selected three people from the class to get into the car. Then he called another person to be a hitchhiker. The point was for the person being the hitchhiker to come up with a character. When the hitchhiker got into the car, the other people already in the car had to adapt the personality that the hitchhiker had. We had someone be a paranoid person, which was quite amusing. We had a preppy Valley Girl type, and a nerd and the list went on. They were only mildly amusing, because most of the kids didn't sign up for the class and were too boring to do anything. But Corn Dog (his real name is Frank, but that's lame. Heh.), who is an awesome 7th grader that I'd love to have as a little brother, caused true hilarity. Thank goodness, too. He totally saved that period.

He held up his thumb as a signal to the imaginary car. He was clutching his stomach in a strange way, so my classmates and I were exchanging bemused looks. He opened the car door and plopped down, slamming the door shut and began wailing loudly, slouching in his seat and still holding his belly. That's when we realized; he was a pregnant man in labor.

My laugh was probably the loudest there at first; until I noticed that the car was full of guys. I think everyone was staring at me when my laughter scaled higher as all the guys began to be pregnant men labor. They were screaming and the class were shouting "PUSH! PUSH, FRANK! PUSH VON!" The most hilarious part was the person pretending to drive. He's like "OH MY GOSH! SOMEONE CALL MY HUSBAND, CALL MY HUSBAND! I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT! OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH!" while trying to steer an imaginary car. I think if it were a real car, all eight people (including the babies) in the car would've crashed.

So here ends one of the best moments I think I shall ever have this year. Oh 8th grade.