Success?

I remember my favorite day of AP English because of the piñata, and the infant death.  Upon entering the classroom, I was greeted by the sound of maracas, and saw a Spongebob piñata hanging ominously from the ceiling.  It was quite clear that shenanigans would go down.  Having completes a SOAPSTone the night before, I knew that we would be discussing a poem about a dead baby, and so the odd juxtaposition of fiesta decor and death both confused and interested me.  Upon receiving the instruction to make a short skit based on the poem, my power group of Lizzy, Chase and I decided to go for gold and make an offensive skit involving smothering of an infant by personified Death.  We chose Chase for the role of Death, since "'tis a notorious villain," and had him pretend to asphyxiate Lizzy with a black hoodie that also doubled as a cape (Shakespeare 5.2.235).  After watching the much tamer poem interpretations of our classmates, I thought that our rendition would cause the class to "look shocked, which is vulgar, or laugh" (Wilde 9).  Actually, I think the end result was a mix of both.  But in the long run, our questionable skit-making tactics paid out, as we WON.  And by that, I mean that we got to destroy the piñata.  Which had a baby's face taped to it.  I'm not actually sure if this counts as winning, but hey... I think it is.  Anyway, after this entire episode, the class culminated in a discussion... while we ate tortilla chips.  Many of us started to focus more on eating than on talking, and "the silence [was] starting to get a little awkward" (Currie 252).  I had to force myself not to laugh as I crunched on tortilla chips and thought over the events of the last fifty-so minutes.  As the bell rang, I realized with a pang of sadness that this had been our last poetry project day, and that no class could ever top the ludicrous amount of dead babies and awkwardness that had just occurred.

Ok.  This picture is what I found when I searched "baby piñata" on Google images.  I actually wish I could write an entire blog about just this picture.  Where do they sell shirts like this?  Apparently this is the workings of an internet celebrity, so never mind.  It doesn't have to make sense.  Just enjoy the phrase "Your heart is my piñata" as you sit down to write your in-class essay tomorrow.