Today, the revolution was born. It didn't come in the form of an armed revolt or in a guerilla street combat style battle, no- it came in the form of dodgeball, the most powerful weapon of the guards. It was time for Humanities to show up AP Psychology on the field like the souljahs they are. Humanities represented the guards, also known as the middle class in Howard Zinn's well known book The People's History of the United States. Zinn predicted a revolt of the guards - no longer shall the guards stand idly by, blindly accepting the monotony of everyday life and the explotation of their very being. And so, the Humanities team dressed themselves in the color red, for red is the color of Psychology students' blood running through the streets of Wellesley. It is the color of anarchy, of revolution, of the autonomy and liberation. Their home-made uniforms read "the guards- the power of the middle class" with painted tattoos on their forearms that read: class war, which are now sunburned into their skin, only proving/reinforcing their dedication to the uprisal. The sun was fierce, beating on the backs of the guards' neck, but no interference no matter how great could stop this domination, this movement. Humanities members were met with double the amount of Psych students, all athletes - disorganized and aloof. It was time to prove the athletic capabilities of all art students around the world. The power of the paint brush. Intimidation tactics started early as the guards began with laps around the field, organized stretching, and a circle formation with a break on the word: "revolution!". The Psychology students, being inferior chose the chant "level one". Ironically, their status as AP students did not display any level of higher intelligence as they simply could not pick up on any references to important books by Zinn, Shlessinger, and McIntosh. On the other hand, Humanities students were well versed in Psych terminology. The guards were equipped with not only the power of the middle class, but also the power of psychology or psychops. The game itself was broken down into three parts. Part one consisted of the Psych students also referred to as the bourgeois or the establishment, hogging balls- exploiting team mates and leaving fallen comrades imprisoned with no attempts made to free them. It appeared as though the Psych students were accurately reflecting their position in society, as greedy corporate bastards. Interestingly enough, the men dominated the game on the team Psych, while the women stepped up in Humanities, proving the fierce intimidation of women dodgeball athletes. Let it be known, there is nothing cute about revolutionary dodgeball women. Part Two was pure Humanities domination. With half as many players, Humanities managed to take out all put two Psych students, it was truly a sight to behold. Comrades in jail took it upon themselves to throw as many balls to hard working guards as possible. There were some beautiful catches, but above all touching team work. Jail solidarity was also impressive. Comrades recited the five pillars of Islam, the paradox on immigration, the theory of the guards, the ten points of the black panther party, and other educational information to distract the ignorant artistocrats. Their cerebrel cortex's were not functioning and their myelin sheaths we're having difficulty speeding up transmission. Part Three the Bourgeois tried their best to dominate, but no guard so much as thought of surrendering. It was a fight to the finish. The guards were not defeated (as if that were somehow possible). Simply put, the guards owned the establishment - the way it was written in Zinn's closing chapter. As proven by the self fullfilling prophecy, the guards were confident from start to finish that the revolution would end with the power in the hands of the people. Emotions were running high as the reality that post-revolution has arrived and liberation and reform has officially begun. Break the chains of oppression through dodgeball. Each one teach one. Don't be a snitch and remember to always throw a fallen comrade a ball when in the end zone, also known as the prison industrial complex.
The revolution came, where were you when shit went down?
radical elitism (the guards): 1
oppressive bourgeois/artistocrats (the establishment): 0
(Conclusion: Isa rocked the house at dodgeball/spirit for her team. I came up with a motivating, elitist title "the guards" that proved to be the write formula for victory. My sunburn reads class war on my forearms, and that's just about as hardcore as it comes. Art students/activists play hard - don't be decieved by our politics. BEOTCH!)