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fandomhigh2009-06-22 02:01 am
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Drama, Monday, Period 2 [6/22]
"Today is our last class. I've very much enjoyed our time here, so while, as I said, I wanted all of you to do your presentations today-- and that is not canceled--" Sophie smiled. "You may do them on whatevery you wish. Why you should be President. Your Oscar acceptance speech for Best Actor, Actress, or F/X Coordinator. Your reasons on why we should all convert to Jainism. A monologue from Shakespeare's Amleth. Have at it!"
"And please have some of the muffins and cookies here. I hope to see some of you in the class I hope to be teaching next semester. And of course, those of you who are in the play-- I'll see you tomorrow."
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"And please have some of the muffins and cookies here. I hope to see some of you in the class I hope to be teaching next semester. And of course, those of you who are in the play-- I'll see you tomorrow."
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"The people gathered here are about to act the story of Antigone. The one who's going to play the lead is the thin girl sitting there silent," she began, pointing at one of her classmates. "Staring in front of her. Thinking. She's thinking that soon she's going to be Antigone. That she'll stop being the thin dark girl whose family didn't take her seriously, and rise up alone against everyone. Against Creon, her uncle...the king. She's thinking that she's going to die...though she's still young, and like everyone else would have preferred to live."
"But there's nothing to be done," Emma continued with a shrug. "Her name is Antigone, and she's going to have to play her part right through to the very end."
She continued on, moving through the room and randomly highlighting her classmates for the various roles, as if she were the hostess at a very exclusive cocktail party. "...They are the agents - eternally complacent - of justice. For the time being the justice they serve is the justice of Creon...until the day comes when Thebes designates Creon's successor, and and they are ordered to arrest Creon himself."
"And now that you know them all they can act out their story."
Emma took her bow with a smug smile before returning to her seat. She'd memorized it perfectly, and her delivery had been clean and crisp, with the mildly condescending attitude of superiority that the Chorus seemed to radiate. You're all morons, he seemed to say, and Emma rather agreed.
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