Lolita Comes to Regents
I’m sitting in my Script Analysis classroom a couple minutes before class starts. One of my classmates, a European student who goes to the school full time, walks in, leather Louis Vuitton bag on her arm. She sits down next to me. Class starts. We’re discussing a short film called No Man’s Land and I look over at the girl sitting next to me because she’s saying something about how the people in the movie would never get along or something like that, I’m not really sure because when I look at her all I notice is the bag sitting on a chair next to her. It’s not the bag itself that I notice, but the two large, black eyes looking at me from within the bag. These eyes belong to the body of a tiny Chihuahua. A very fashionable Chihuahua. It is fashionable because it is wearing a winter coat complete with a fur-rimmed hood. The dog is staring at me. I turn away and bite my lip to keep from laughing aloud (this only half works).
“What is the dog’s name?” I ask the girl at the end of class.
“Lolita.” She tells me. “Or Lollipops.”
I like that. You can tell I like it because I repeat “Lollipops.”
“I had to take her to the vet before class. Normally I wouldn’t have her with me,” she says.
But all I can think about is the fact that the dog has its own tailor fitted, fur-rimmed hooded coat. These people have more money than I will ever know. She walks out of the classroom and the dog stares at me the whole way out the door. I can’t help but laugh partly because I can’t believe that people actually do things like that and partly because of the look of those big, round eyes coming from such a small, hooded dog head.
