The Vacation CurriculumI can't believe it's only Wednesday. You know what that means? Five more days until Monday. You know what I hate about Mondays? It's the day we're reassured that our teachers don't care about us any more. At this age, they never ask how our weekends were.
It's even worse with summer vacation. Remember kingergarten? We spent an entire week talking about what we did between preschool and then. By third grade, they have it all planned out; we spend fifty minutes on it for half a month. They turn it into a class! "Okay children, I want you to write about your vacations, then we'll read them, and then, we'll draw pictures to go with our stories!" Hooray!
In fifth grade, they make it, like, a super-cram course. "One class! All you can get outta your systems, and then we'll write in our class journals about it and analyze why we feel the way we do."
Then comes middle school... Where their only objective, if anything else, is to prepare us for high school! And look where we are now. Can we ple
WIP -- CharmCharm
By Jesse Baldridge
EDDIE CATANA, male, 19
CRYSTAL [MARIUS/MORROW], female, 18
BRIAN CLAUSON, male, 18
ACT I, SCENE i – Sunday night
(LIGHTS UP (dim) on EDDIE and CRYSTAL's room in their parents' apartment. CRYSTAL ENTERS and drops her backpack on the floor.)
How was the debate?
Bad. Two of the team didn't even show up.
(EDDIE snickers and CRYSTAL gives him a look.)
You called the debate club a "team."
How was your day?
It never ended.
What made it so long?
No, it never ended. In the past forty hours, I've gotten a half hour of sleep.
That means it did end.
I was just dozing. I didn't even realize it until later.
(CRYSTAL feigns trying to sleep through the next few lines.)
Then how do you know it was only a half hour?
I fell asleep when it was dark and woke up when it was dark.
Genius. It's dark for, like, ten hours.
But it felt like
CHARACTER SHEET: BrianNAME: Brian [Chase] Clauson
NICKNAME(S): Bri (Pronounced bry.)
BIRTH: June 22, 1987 in Eaton Park, Florida.
PRESENT AGE: 18
PARENTS RELATIONSHIP AT TIME OF BIRTH: Married
FIRST WORD: Cookie
EARLIEST MEMORY: When he was three, his father told him to try to jump and touch his hand, and Brian was able to, at the surprise of his father.
IMAGINARY FRIEND(S): None
MARITAL STATUS: Single; a swinger.
SUPPORTED BY: His parents
PERSONALITY ALONE: Listens to a lot of mainstream music. Keeps himself preoccupied. Mostly quiet when hes not singing along.
WHEN HAPPY, LIKES TO: Go to movies with friends (especially on opening night), go to parties.
WHEN DEPRESSED, LIKES TO: Take it out on someone playing Halo online.
LAST REMEMBERED DREAM: His old P.E. teacher caught him walking when he was supposed to be running a mile, but he couldnt start running, and he got in trouble.
FIRST KISS: After a 7th-8th grade dance, with an 8th-grade girl. (He was in 7th gra
A Day with No Goodbyes
I was tired that day, but I was excited.
I guess I had a lot of sugar in me.
I had spent the night at my girlfriend's house, which means I went to bed at four. I also slept in the wrong bed; it didn't have any sheets or pillow covers.
I was tired because, well... you know.
I was supposed to see a friend, but she was there with a group, and they were done with the college fair we met at in about an hour -- I think they went to Chinatown, but at any rate, I missed saying goodbye because I had been at a table. My girlfriend, a mutual friend, and I went to Mel's and grabbed a bite to eat. It was nice listening to oldies rock, even if it wasn't an old-fashioned drive-thru any more.
Grilled cheese is really good, and Mel's milkshakes are amazing -- so sugary.
I miss conversations I've had. I had one of those that day. We didn't talk about anything, and I loved it.
There are certain things in pop culture I'm just really attract
EXT. ABANDONED MILITARY BASE – AFTERNOON
DAVE, [a male in his early 20s, wearing athletic sweatpants and a white muscle shirt] picks the lock on a gate with a big "NO TRESSPASSING" sign. He swings the gate open and runs toward a large building.
EXT. FIRE ESCAPE
DAVE sprints, kicks off a dumpster, and catches a fire escape ladder, then climbs it and races up the stairs.
EXT. ABANDONED MILITARY BASE
"Security guards" point to a roof. They see DAVE emerging from a rooftop exit.
DAVE runs toward a gap between buildings, sailing over pipes and grates with ease. He reaches the edge of the building at full speed and jumps.
EXT. ALLEYWAY BETWEEN BUILDINGS
DAVE's feet race through the air across the gap.
EXT. SECOND BUILDING ROOF
DAVE rolls to maintain momentum, and looks up [with the camera over his shoulder] at a "security guard" rushing out of the rooftop exit. DAVE turns and runs off [past the camera].
EXT. ALLEYWAY BETWEEN BUILDINGS
[Overhead shot as] DAVE jumps down the
Charm (Original Scene)EDDIE CATANA, male, 19
CRYSTAL MORROW, female, 18
(EDDIE sits at a kitchen table, eating cereal and reading the back of a Lucky Charms box. CRYSTAL enters.)
What're you planning on doing today?
I don't know yet.
What are you doing?
Taking advantage of not having school tomorrow.
How soon are you leaving?
Prob'ly in a couple hours.
...Can I have the rest of your cereal?
Could you drive me to the train station?
I don't think the car's here, sorry.
Why d'you need to go there?
To just sit and watch people and think like you do.
You're not gonna do that.
Because it's boring.
You do it all the time.
And you never do it.
(A long beat.)
I'm eighteen now and have been for a few months.
I gave y
Working in the fields nonstop
From your kingdom of lore.
Setting up your humble bazaar
From far and wide
Trying to beat the rush--
And hike up your price to make a little cash.
No one will notice
If you're far enough away from town.
You take pride in your impressive stature;
Your abilities to adapt so quickly and so well.
Almost too perfect, are we?
You are aided on the battlefield,
And in the palace, shops, and stores.
However, things can't always go your way.
You're too conspicuous!
And not everyone can be Protected.
Not everyone needs your help.
People don't want your sword at their side,
And your Fame around town is a burden to others.
So they push you back,
But you start attacking from a distance,
And you become accepted
Once more. Until
You have to change the way you think
And the way you fight
So you're liked as you were before.
BARRY SCHILLER, male, 32
RACHEL SIMKOVER, female, 29
(Dining room/kitchen combination, upper-middle class flat. BARRY and RACHEL are seated around one corner of a table with a couple boxes filled with Fourth of July kitsch and a pad of paper with some loose sheets, which are all spread around them on the table. RACHEL isn't paying attention to their task at hand, and BARRY is too engrossed in it to notice.)
What should we say, six to eight?
(To himself) Let's see, what else is there to send out…
(To RACHEL) Who's bringing salad and stuff and who's bringing desserts?
We haven't decided that yet.
Oh. Well what do you think we should do?
What would you do?
Huh? Well, which side brings what?
Does it really matter?
(Shrugs in agreement and writes something down.)
Okay. What else?
I'm gonna talk to Al about it, I think he said he knows some place in Chinatown.
I wonder if the police will have a