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Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:18.37,0:00:19.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Opposites Game
Dialogue: 0,0:00:20.34,0:00:22.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For Patricia Maisch
Dialogue: 0,0:00:23.97,0:00:27.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This day my students and \NI play the Opposites Game
Dialogue: 0,0:00:27.92,0:00:32.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with a line from Emily Dickinson. \NMy life had stood
Dialogue: 0,0:00:32.62,0:00:36.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a loaded gun, it goes and \NI write it on the board,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:36.66,0:00:40.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,pausing so they can call \Nout the antonyms –
Dialogue: 0,0:00:40.16,0:00:42.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My Your
Dialogue: 0,0:00:42.54,0:00:45.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Life Death
Dialogue: 0,0:00:45.10,0:00:48.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Had stood ? Will sit
Dialogue: 0,0:00:48.94,0:00:50.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A Many
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.92,0:00:53.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Loaded Empty
Dialogue: 0,0:00:53.28,0:00:55.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Gun ?
Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.78,0:00:57.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Gun.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:57.56,0:01:00.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For a moment, very much \Nlike the one between
Dialogue: 0,0:01:00.34,0:01:04.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,lightning and its sound, \Nthe children just stare at me,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:04.35,0:01:08.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and then it comes, a flurry, \Na hail storm of answers –
Dialogue: 0,0:01:08.98,0:01:14.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Flower, says one. No, Book, says another. \NThat's stupid,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:14.66,0:01:18.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,cries a third, the opposite of a \Ngun is a pillow. Or maybe
Dialogue: 0,0:01:18.63,0:01:24.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a hug, but not a book, \Nno way is it a book. With this,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:24.47,0:01:26.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the others gather their thoughts
Dialogue: 0,0:01:26.31,0:01:30.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and suddenly it’s a shouting match. \NNo one can agree,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:30.05,0:01:35.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,for every student there’s a final answer. \NIt's a song,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:35.69,0:01:39.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a prayer, I mean a promise, \Nlike a wedding ring, and
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.65,0:01:44.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,later a baby. Or what’s that \Nperson who delivers babies?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:44.99,0:01:49.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A midwife? Yes, a midwife. \NNo, that’s wrong. You're so
Dialogue: 0,0:01:49.80,0:01:54.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,wrong you’ll never be right again. \NIt's a whisper, a star,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:54.36,0:01:59.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's saying I love you into your \Nhand and then touching
Dialogue: 0,0:01:59.09,0:02:03.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,someone's ear. Are you crazy? \NAre you the president
Dialogue: 0,0:02:03.66,0:02:08.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of Stupid-land? You should be, \NWhen's the election?
Dialogue: 0,0:02:08.05,0:02:12.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It’s a teddy bear, a sword, \Na perfect, perfect peach.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:12.74,0:02:17.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Go back to the first one, \Nit's a flower, a white rose.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:17.76,0:02:21.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When the bell rings, I reach \Nfor an eraser but a girl
Dialogue: 0,0:02:21.53,0:02:25.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,snatches it from my hand. \NNothing's decided, she says,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:25.66,0:02:29.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We’re not done here. \NI leave all the answers
Dialogue: 0,0:02:29.05,0:02:32.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on the board. The next day \Nsome of them have
Dialogue: 0,0:02:32.94,0:02:37.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,stopped talking to each other, \Nthey’ve taken sides.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:37.26,0:02:42.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a Flower club. \NAnd a Kitten club. And two boys
Dialogue: 0,0:02:42.76,0:02:47.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,calling themselves The Snowballs. \NThe rest have stuck
Dialogue: 0,0:02:47.02,0:02:49.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the original game, \Nwhich was to try to write
Dialogue: 0,0:02:49.100,0:02:53.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,something like poetry.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:53.04,0:02:56.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a diamond, it's a dance,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:56.30,0:03:00.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the opposite of a gun is \Na museum in France.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:00.41,0:03:03.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's the moon, it's a mirror,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:03.49,0:03:08.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's the sound of a bell and the hearer.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:08.18,0:03:11.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The arguing starts again, \Nmore shouting, and finally
Dialogue: 0,0:03:11.84,0:03:17.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a new club. For the first time \NI dare to push them.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:17.10,0:03:21.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe all of you are right, I say.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:21.51,0:03:26.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Well, maybe. Maybe it's everything \Nwe said. Maybe it’s
Dialogue: 0,0:03:26.92,0:03:33.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,everything we didn't say. It's words \Nand the spaces for words.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:33.67,0:03:36.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They're looking at each other now. \NIt's everything in this
Dialogue: 0,0:03:36.80,0:03:37.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,room
Dialogue: 0,0:03:37.73,0:03:42.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and outside this room and down \Nthe street and in the sky.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:42.58,0:03:46.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's everyone on campus and at the mall, \Nand all the people
Dialogue: 0,0:03:46.81,0:03:51.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,waiting at the hospital.\NAnd at the post office. And, yeah,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:51.84,0:03:56.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's a flower, too. All the flowers. \NThe whole garden.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:56.18,0:04:01.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The opposite of a gun is \Nwherever you point it.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:02.03,0:04:08.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Don’t write that on the board, \Nthey say. Just say poem.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:08.48,0:04:13.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Your death will sit through \Nmany empty poems.