Freddie

Many years ago my friends, who are all equally crazy, decided to make up a person.  Where we got this idea I do not know, all I do know is that alcohol was probably involved and a lot of air conditioning.

 Freddie is a fictional person who was born on July 17, 1976 so he is older than all of us.  I think at some point he became French (not born French, just BECAME French), and he is super arrogant. He owns a Porsche and is generally loved and loathed all at the same time. Some sample comments made to Freddie are:

Happy Birthday you stupid moron!!!! I hope you have the worst birthday ever, and somehow get run over by your own Porsche!!!! YOU SUCK!

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!!!!

but there are moments where he is loved by us:

July 17th brought us one of the greatest men to live!! Happy birthday buddy. Sucks we can't celebrate together with some hot tamales... 
 
and

Freddie--what are you and I doing for the Holidays?! (Other than a handful of blonde hookers that is?) 

I think a psychologist would have a field day with my little clique.  We have frequently created these alter ego's to illicit our rage, and at the same time it became a gigantic inside joke that snowballed out of control.  Yet I think Freddie embodies us as a collective and I think it is important to keep imagining and not lock your mind into real and unreal.  I think as an educator we lose sight of that sometimes, we focus solely on what is tangible, and forget that an imagination is just as important if not more so that the physical realm.

Oh yeah Freddie has a dad: