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Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:13.38,0:00:15.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"The Opposites Game"
Dialogue: 0,0:00:15.29,0:00:17.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For Patricia Maisch
Dialogue: 0,0:00:19.05,0:00:22.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This day my students and \NI play the Opposites Game
Dialogue: 0,0:00:22.80,0:00:27.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with a line from Emily Dickinson. \NMy life had stood
Dialogue: 0,0:00:27.63,0:00:31.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a loaded gun, it goes and \NI write it on the board,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.61,0:00:35.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,pausing so they can call \Nout the antonyms –
Dialogue: 0,0:00:35.04,0:00:37.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,My Your
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.52,0:00:40.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Life Death
Dialogue: 0,0:00:40.04,0:00:43.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Had stood ? Will sit
Dialogue: 0,0:00:43.94,0:00:45.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A Many
Dialogue: 0,0:00:45.94,0:00:48.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Loaded Empty
Dialogue: 0,0:00:48.16,0:00:50.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Gun ?
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.62,0:00:52.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Gun.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:52.54,0:00:55.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For a moment, very much \Nlike the one between
Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.31,0:00:59.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,lightning and its sound, \Nthe children just stare at me,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:59.40,0:01:03.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and then it comes, a flurry, \Na hail storm of answers –
Dialogue: 0,0:01:03.88,0:01:09.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Flower, says one. No, Book, says another. \NThat's stupid,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:09.58,0:01:13.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,cries a third, the opposite of a \Ngun is a pillow. Or maybe
Dialogue: 0,0:01:13.67,0:01:19.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a hug, but not a book, \Nno way is it a book. With this,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:19.46,0:01:21.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the others gather their thoughts
Dialogue: 0,0:01:21.27,0:01:24.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and suddenly it’s a shouting match. \NNo one can agree,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:24.96,0:01:30.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,for every student there’s a final answer. \NIt's a song,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:30.63,0:01:34.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a prayer, I mean a promise, \Nlike a wedding ring, and
Dialogue: 0,0:01:34.63,0:01:40.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,later a baby. Or what’s that \Nperson who delivers babies?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:40.03,0:01:44.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A midwife? Yes, a midwife. \NNo, that’s wrong. You're so
Dialogue: 0,0:01:44.67,0:01:49.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,wrong you’ll never be right again. \NIt's a whisper, a star,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:49.34,0:01:53.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's saying I love you into your \Nhand and then touching
Dialogue: 0,0:01:53.93,0:01:58.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,someone's ear. Are you crazy? \NAre you the president
Dialogue: 0,0:01:58.64,0:02:03.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,of Stupid-land? You should be, \NWhen's the election?
Dialogue: 0,0:02:03.09,0:02:07.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It’s a teddy bear, a sword, \Na perfect, perfect peach.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:07.68,0:02:12.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Go back to the first one, \Nit's a flower, a white rose.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:12.84,0:02:16.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When the bell rings, I reach \Nfor an eraser but a girl
Dialogue: 0,0:02:16.46,0:02:20.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,snatches it from my hand. \NNothing's decided, she says,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:20.64,0:02:23.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We’re not done here. \NI leave all the answers
Dialogue: 0,0:02:23.96,0:02:27.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on the board. The next day \Nsome of them have
Dialogue: 0,0:02:27.72,0:02:32.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,stopped talking to each other, \Nthey’ve taken sides.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:32.19,0:02:37.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a Flower club. \NAnd a Kitten club. And two boys
Dialogue: 0,0:02:37.76,0:02:41.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,calling themselves The Snowballs. \NThe rest have stuck
Dialogue: 0,0:02:41.100,0:02:44.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with the original game, \Nwhich was to try to write
Dialogue: 0,0:02:44.85,0:02:47.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,something like poetry.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:47.90,0:02:51.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a diamond, it's a dance,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:51.27,0:02:55.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the opposite of a gun is \Na museum in France.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:55.44,0:02:58.48,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's the moon, it's a mirror,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:58.48,0:03:03.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's the sound of a bell and the hearer.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:03.27,0:03:06.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The arguing starts again, \Nmore shouting, and finally
Dialogue: 0,0:03:06.88,0:03:12.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a new club. For the first time \NI dare to push them.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:12.05,0:03:16.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe all of you are right, I say.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:16.50,0:03:22.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Well, maybe. Maybe it's everything \Nwe said. Maybe it’s
Dialogue: 0,0:03:22.11,0:03:28.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,everything we didn't say. It's words \Nand the spaces for words.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:28.53,0:03:31.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They're looking at each other now. \NIt's everything in this
Dialogue: 0,0:03:31.87,0:03:32.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,room
Dialogue: 0,0:03:32.73,0:03:37.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and outside this room and down \Nthe street and in the sky.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:37.60,0:03:41.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's everyone on campus and at the mall, \Nand all the people
Dialogue: 0,0:03:41.82,0:03:46.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,waiting at the hospital.\NAnd at the post office. And, yeah,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:46.84,0:03:51.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it's a flower, too. All the flowers. \NThe whole garden.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:51.03,0:03:57.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The opposite of a gun is \Nwherever you point it.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:57.11,0:04:03.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Don’t write that on the board, \Nthey say. Just say poem.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:03.44,0:04:08.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Your death will sit through \Nmany empty poems.