Iago Finds a New Love Interest

     Today was an absolutely wretched day. The annoyingsome Moor suggested that I attend a class on William Shakespeare to help with my speech. Like it needs any assistance. Thou art perfectly perfect the way I am. I yearned to sit in the corner to doth demonstrate my uninterest in this Shakespeare fellow. Yet, right as I walked into the door some woman, whom looked quite much like Desdemona, shoved a scroll in my face. She called it a journal and said I had fifteen minutes past the hour to write an "analytical paragraph." "By heaven I rather would have been [a] hangman" (4). I kept looking at the fine woman and decided that thou art spark a master plan to have her marry thee. She clearly was not wed for no ring covered her finger. "I [wore] my heart upon my sleeve" hoping that she would notice my unconditional love for her. Hark how this woman loved me. She detailed every word I said. I watched her delicate hands furiously scribble my every word. The young wretch next to thee said she 'twas only marking participation points, but what does she know? Ignorant child. A loud dinging noise concluded the class and I marched up to thine lady's throne. I took her hand gracefully and demanded she dine with thee at Othello's home in Venice. "Avaunt! Be gone," said my lady. She concluded to belittle me with the name "creep." I have not no knowlege tis what this means but I do not care. There is no use "to have a foolish wife" (68). Desdemona, my precious rose, I will come back to you once again and never return to the land of Chagrin Falls!