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201--Speech
Final Project: Look back over the speeches you've made this term. Synthesize what you've learned and either revise one into a ten minute speech, OR generate a new one.

301--Final Project
You know what we're doing. If you need help, ask.

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My credit card, Chip. I told you, it's ok. Really. She's a good girl. Just...don't abuse the privilidge, ok? [She remians bent to look over his notes.] Oh, this is good. The bank is a good choice, and it helps tie the school and community together. Good. [She runs her hand in his hair] I'm not mad, Chip...just...yeah. Don't take advantage of me.

[Refelxively, he ducks away from the touch to his head.] Wait... why would you give me your credit card? [He looks up at her, eyes wide and baffled.] Do I know you, ma'am? I mean... like, really know you? Not just class?

Jesus, Chip. How many times with the ma'am? This isn't a Western. Quit messing around. It's not funny. [She pulls her hand back.] I swear, this isn't the day you want to jerk me around like this. I put the flowers in your room, but I'm only so tolerant, baby. Don't rub my nose in it, ok?

[Jack shakes his head slowly.] I'm not kidding. I'm not trying to jerk you around, I swear. I just... don't know.

[She can see he's genuinely upset. Not sulking, not messing around. She frowns slightly.]

Sweetie, what can I do? This is class. The deal is I'm not mom in class. Can this wait, or do you want to go out in the hall?

[Jack swallows. Obviously there's a hell of a lot more going on here than he knows. It's not like he's trying to keep secrets anymore.] Look... I don't remember the last three months. At all. So I don't know what you mean about cards or calling home or 'mom' or whatever. [He's trying to keep his voice steady, but it's beginning to shake.] All I know about you was that you were fun and wanted to call me Chip, and I signed up for your class. As far as I know, that was two days ago.

{The tone of his voice scares her a little, because after all this time she knows him that well...] Chip, hon, you didn't run into Drusilla again, did you? Because I can't have you cutting my heart out again. [She reaches out, flinching be damned, and holds the back of his head.] You can't remember anything from all term? Nothing? [She starts to breathe harder, trying to get air past the choking sensation in her throat.]

I don't know who Drusilla is. Cutting your heart out? Metaphorically, right?

[He doesn't pull against her touch, but he doesn't lean into it, either.] I don't remember anything. At all.

[She sits slowly in the chair beside him.] Jack, I don't know where to start...if it's all gone, none of this will make sense. I adopted you, babe. You're my boy. You live with me and Ten. You tried to kill me and...[she blinks]...and you got a...[she blinks again]...Oh Hell.

[Jack puts his head in his hands.] What? You adopted me and I tried to kill you? Who... [But there are just too many questions to ask, and he shakes his head helplessly, putting it down on the desk.] Why is this happening? Tell me this is a nightmare, okay?

It's the worst nightmare, Chip. For all of us. [She covers her eyes and rests her elbow on the table.] Okay...okay. Well...okay. Okay, so this is my fault, but you're safe and you're going to be ok. We'll just...um...you'll come home tonight and we'll figure it out. It'll be ok. [She sounds like she's reassuring herself just as much as she's trying to make him feel better.]

[Jack starts shaking his head.] Look... I don't know where home is. I don't know you.

Of course you know me. I'm CJ. I'm your first and best teacher, and you're my Chip. We can go from there. I can't leave you like this, babe. I have a feeling I know what's going on. And it's bad. I need you close.

[Jack is still shaking his head.] I don't know you. I don't know anyone here. For all I know, you're the one who did this.

I think...I kinda am. [She sighs] I get it, hon. It's ok. I'll, um, be here if you need me. [She looks like she might cry as she pulls out a pen and writes 555.252.7344 in his notebook.] You call me if you need anything. And...you should go see a doctor. or...someone. [She rises and walks away in a hurry.]

[Jack looked down at the number in his notebook and then watched her walk away, feeling like he'd kicked someone who was already down.]

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