<p>I did the table essay...</p>
<p>As the Table Turns</p>
<p>My world revolves around dinner, so my ideal table would be a doughnut-shaped Lazy Susan that reciprocates the feeling. The center of the table (the doughnut hole) would remain still while the outer ring (the doughnut itself) would rotate. People would sit facing each other on the static center and the eternally mobile ring. When I say the table rotates, I do not mean it spins like a cheap bed in a Vegas hotel room, but it moves imperceptibly slowly so that a diner will face the person originally to his/her left after forty-five minutes. To have coherent conversations with people, I cannot start talking then be six seats over after a few minutes, but an overly long discussion can become repetitive, and only the table is allowed to be circular.
On an evening when SAT studying has not abducted any of us, I and my five close friends could sit and laugh while also discussing more serious subjects like how college has become life, the universe, and everything. After an hour and a half, the now rotated table would make talking awkward, so we say goodbye. As they return to their families, mine would just be arriving, with my slightly senile grandma already ranting about how they should not be giving Hispanic names like Alberto to our hurricanes.
My sarcasm seeps out of me as I reply, “I did not realize that America now owns the weather.”
My brother, a.k.a. devil’s advocate, chimes in, “You could make an argument that we do in fact own hurricanes since our meteorologists name and thus claim them before all other countries do.”
And make an argument he would. At about the time the other people at the table get sick of our endless battle, the table would prevent my brother and I from speaking anymore, and thus we move on to new victims. Once people began to see old faces, family time would end, but the night would not. Though my older brother loves inciting conflict, later in the night when I join him in eating leftovers, I join a very different him. This David shares his bizarre dreams with me:
“I was standing on a battleship that was floating because gravity was reversed. When I asked how we could stand on deck if gravity was distorted, the captain told me not to question it.”
I tease, “It seems that you subconsciously want to turn the army upside down. I hope your mentor knows that before he gives you that internship with the war colleges…”
After an hour, my spinning doughnut would make talking uncomfortable, and we both would be too tired to move, so we would go off to dream dreams to discuss on future nights.
When I feel lonely, I can always cheer myself up by remembering “hoodles” (a cross between a poodle and a horse that came into being while looking at clouds and snacking on Triscuits) or any other inside joke my friends and I have created over all our shared meals. Conflict makes a powerful impression as well, for having my talking time limited would motivate me to hone my debating skills in order to be especially clear and concise. Also, to be the champion of this quirky table, I would have to thoroughly know my own views as well as the views of my foes in order to ready myself to counter their claims. I could not predict having to know the international laws of the naming/ownership of hurricanes, but previously collected information allowed me to make an effective argument. Debate rouses a desire to become more educated, but seemingly banal discussions supply much of that education. I do not seem to be gaining wisdom when my aunt regales me with the plot of As the World Turns at dinner. However, at least I do not ignorantly insult soap operas for being unrealistic, for I am informed in my criticism. Even so, one of those lowly shows inspired the title of this essay, so even the seemingly trivial information has some value. Life is just a compilation of knowledge, so why not make living easier by dining at my table?</p>
<p>Anyone think the quote from my slightly senile/racist grandmother was too offensive? My mother thought it was a little risky, but it's her mother, so she is a little biased.</p>