Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Class Pre-Union

In class today, Minkus was at the front of the classroom as King George and Cory was George Washington. "Taxation Without representation." Mr. Feeny looked to Minkus. "King George."

"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods," Minkus spoke up. "We deserve remuneration."

Mr. Feeny looked to Cory. "General Washington."

Cory spoke up, "Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan."

"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate."

"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." 

"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history we are doomed to repeat its mistakes."

"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history named George?" 

"Uh, Cory..." I call pointing to our teacher's name tag.

Cory slowly looked to Mr. Feeny with a nervous smile. "I meant, every dead boring guy."

"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you," Mr. Feeny stated. 

"No. It's happened. It's done."

"It's history."

"I'm saying."

"Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews."

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future."

"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen."

"I smell an assignment," Shawn commented.

"Cory, why can't you just go with history?" I ask, feeling lazy today.

"I swear, Betty, I didn't see it coming," Cory told me.

Mr. Feeny got up. "The assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion."

"More like a pre-union," Minkus spoke up.

"Well said, Mr. Minkus. You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"

Minkus stood up. "Mr. Feeny, would it be okay if I brought my wife?"

"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn replied.

Minkus looked to- "Topanga."

Topanga closed her book. "Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mate, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage."

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future and it's me."

***

At lunch, me, Shawn and Cory walked to our table.

"So what are you going to be, Shawny?" I ask.

"Same thing my dad does," Shawn replied as we reach our spot.

"You're going to show up as a tire salesman?" Cory questioned. 

"That's what my dad does," Shawn repeated.

"So?" 

We all sat down with Larry. "I know what to wear. I know how to use a pressure gauge. I can spot a retread from a mile away."