secluded!”
“Well, the academy has a
whole line of rental cars. All you have to do is sign one of them out once you
get your Texas license. Although, I am meeting with another prospective student
today. I suppose if you two wanted to carpool in Silver Fox, we would be fine
with that. It is your summer break, after all!”
The thought of carpooling
with a strange kid with who knows what talent was daunting, yet exciting. I
could have a friend before even starting school!
Taylor saw my face and laughed.
“After I speak with the student, I believe his name is Chase, I’ll speak with
your aunt and uncle.” Yeah right , I thought. There’s no way they’ll
let me drive with him all the way to Texas!
I walked Taylor to the
door, all the while contemplating where I should begin my shopping! I don’t
care what others think, I’m starting this new school as myself . If I
want to dress cute, then I am going to! I felt uneasy about leaving Aunt
Janice and Uncle Jeremy. But the possibility that my personal curse might be
ending and that I might get an actual life was thrilling!
2. Farewell
I
found myself in Mr. Adams’ class on the last day of school, about to present my
monologue. I chose a classic scene from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s
Dream . I wasn’t sure if it would qualify as touching, but to me it was. I
tried to ignore my peers and remembered what Mr. Adams had taught me. I needed
to focus on what this meant to me and try to embody these feelings.
I
attempted to calm myself down by focusing on my breathing, but I was extremely
hot, and worried I was sweating all over. Today, I was wearing a hoodie, long
sleeves, gloves, a skirt with tights, and my calf-high boots. I attempted to
dress down for my monologue. Ha! I thought, and began:
Act I, sc. 1 (line 181)
HELENA
Call you me fair? That fair
again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars;
and your tongue's sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear, When
wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: O, were favour
so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice,
my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the
world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius'
heart.
As soon as I finished I
realized my mistake. I peered across the room. I could see nothing but smugness
and pity. I was embarrassed and angry at myself, because I was not used to
caring what others thought. But this was taking it too far; this was careless.
I had thought I found a monologue that suited me. All I wanted was a good
grade. I didn’t think about the reactions. The only upside to this mess was
that I could possibly never return to this school after today. I could already
hear the under-the-breath comments and the laughing. I’m almost certain Princess
Asshat had a smug look on her face. Huh, like I’d ever want to be like her.
Ugh…
I couldn’t even focus on
what Mr. Adams said about my performance, which didn’t really matter. I knew it
would be some form of an A. I had worked my butt off to get it, too. I forced
myself to sit back down until the bell rang.
After this social disaster,
I’ll be calling Taylor. Hopefully I can set up my tests and interview as soon
as possible.
When I heard the bell ring,
I could hear others saying, “Have a good summer!” “Call me!” The usual end of
school stuff. As soon as they signed each other’s yearbooks and began leaving,
I stood and headed out of the room and heard kids laugh. I heard the names so
often used for me - freak, weirdo, loner. It never mattered how nice I was or
even who I was. I was a complete outcast. At least two people felt bad for me,
and I was sure they would have talked to me if I had allowed it. But I had too
much pride to allow myself any friends here, especially
“Well, the academy has a
whole line of rental cars. All you have to do is sign one of them out once you
get your Texas license. Although, I am meeting with another prospective student
today. I suppose if you two wanted to carpool in Silver Fox, we would be fine
with that. It is your summer break, after all!”
The thought of carpooling
with a strange kid with who knows what talent was daunting, yet exciting. I
could have a friend before even starting school!
Taylor saw my face and laughed.
“After I speak with the student, I believe his name is Chase, I’ll speak with
your aunt and uncle.” Yeah right , I thought. There’s no way they’ll
let me drive with him all the way to Texas!
I walked Taylor to the
door, all the while contemplating where I should begin my shopping! I don’t
care what others think, I’m starting this new school as myself . If I
want to dress cute, then I am going to! I felt uneasy about leaving Aunt
Janice and Uncle Jeremy. But the possibility that my personal curse might be
ending and that I might get an actual life was thrilling!
2. Farewell
I
found myself in Mr. Adams’ class on the last day of school, about to present my
monologue. I chose a classic scene from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s
Dream . I wasn’t sure if it would qualify as touching, but to me it was. I
tried to ignore my peers and remembered what Mr. Adams had taught me. I needed
to focus on what this meant to me and try to embody these feelings.
I
attempted to calm myself down by focusing on my breathing, but I was extremely
hot, and worried I was sweating all over. Today, I was wearing a hoodie, long
sleeves, gloves, a skirt with tights, and my calf-high boots. I attempted to
dress down for my monologue. Ha! I thought, and began:
Act I, sc. 1 (line 181)
HELENA
Call you me fair? That fair
again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars;
and your tongue's sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear, When
wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: O, were favour
so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice,
my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the
world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius'
heart.
As soon as I finished I
realized my mistake. I peered across the room. I could see nothing but smugness
and pity. I was embarrassed and angry at myself, because I was not used to
caring what others thought. But this was taking it too far; this was careless.
I had thought I found a monologue that suited me. All I wanted was a good
grade. I didn’t think about the reactions. The only upside to this mess was
that I could possibly never return to this school after today. I could already
hear the under-the-breath comments and the laughing. I’m almost certain Princess
Asshat had a smug look on her face. Huh, like I’d ever want to be like her.
Ugh…
I couldn’t even focus on
what Mr. Adams said about my performance, which didn’t really matter. I knew it
would be some form of an A. I had worked my butt off to get it, too. I forced
myself to sit back down until the bell rang.
After this social disaster,
I’ll be calling Taylor. Hopefully I can set up my tests and interview as soon
as possible.
When I heard the bell ring,
I could hear others saying, “Have a good summer!” “Call me!” The usual end of
school stuff. As soon as they signed each other’s yearbooks and began leaving,
I stood and headed out of the room and heard kids laugh. I heard the names so
often used for me - freak, weirdo, loner. It never mattered how nice I was or
even who I was. I was a complete outcast. At least two people felt bad for me,
and I was sure they would have talked to me if I had allowed it. But I had too
much pride to allow myself any friends here, especially