in 10th grade, we had this world history teacher.
(yes, this is going to have nothing to do with that picture but it seemed to demand a picture and that picture there is The Picture so just go with it.)
"mr rev" partner and i called him in the many inflammatory notes we wrote about him and passed to one another during his class.
my only real memory of mr rev is from the day when he arrived at the personally and professionally unfortunate decision that our class could not properly grasp the power of genghis kahn without a reenactment. to that end, he straddled a desk and mimed a mongol invasion as we sat slack-jawed in horror over the total loss of dignity unfolding before our eyes.
that was pretty much the end for him.
a few weeks passed in which anarchy reigned, and then mr rev made an unprecedented class-trade, handing our world history 1 class in toto over to the football coach, who would, presumably, whip us into shape and impose some degree of order.
the only itty bitty problem being that the football coach's geography class didn't want to go.
and so this is my first memory of steven (whose birthday is today). that moment when, wearing an orange polo and sitting in front of good old natalie d. (in my memory, they are holding hands. in reality, they probably weren't.), he led a revolt against the mongol invasion of coach brock's class.
ultimately, in high school as in history, the mongols won.