Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Turkey Day

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At school, we were in Mr. Feeny's class.

Our teacher spoke, "I'm sure you're all aware of the conflict in Burundi which is now spilling over into Rwanda and Uganda."

"He's making these names up," Cory muttered.

"He's finally run out of stuff to teach," Shawn added, making me snicker quietly.

Mr. Feeny continued, "The Burundian conflict centers on class differences between the poorer Hutus and the richer Tutsis."

"We're gonna have to put a bag over him and drag him out of the room," Shawn added again.

I chuckled. "Sure, that way, we save his dignity," I say, going along with it.

"Class differences, the strife between the have and the have-nots, a perennial source of misery on our planet. Another source of misery, I expect each of you to do a paper on this topic during Thanksgiving break," Mr. Feeny told the class, making everyone groan.

"He's trying to drag us down with him," Cory said.

Mr. Feeny added, "But before we break for the holiday, I want to congratulate you all on this year's food drive. I mean, you've shown real generosity and selflessness." I shake my head at the boys. "That said, this year's winners are Cory Matthews and Shawn Hunter."

They both got up. "Oh, yeah!"

They even did a little dance.

I look to the random kid in front of me. "See those knuckleheads? They're my best friends."

"Mr. Feeny, this is so unfair. They just keep turning in the same cans year after year," Topy spoke.

"Hey, my family gives them to the food bank, the food bank gives them to my family, my family gives them back to the food bank. It's life in the food bank chain," Shawn stated proudly.

Sometimes I can't believe I even dated him not too long ago.

"So, what'd we win, Mr. Feeny?" Cory asked.

"You've won a turkey," Mr. Feeny answered.

"Oh," they said with disappointment as Shawn passed the turkey to Cory.

"And a box of stuffing."

"Ooh," they both said in excitement.

The bell rang, causing me to put my notes away and grab my bag. "Have a wonderful holiday, and don't forget that paper," Mr. Feeny told us all.

As the boys and I exited the class, Cory spoke, "Shawn, you can have the turkey. I'll take stuffing."

"But I want stuffing," Shawn replied.

"Well, of course, you want stuffing. Everyone wants stuffing. Stuffing's the best part."

"Oh my gosh, just flip for it," I speak.