as it turns out, Charlotte is a pretty terrific actress and makes everyone else look bad. Every day, all I can do is dread/look forward to sixth period. But things are a lot better when we get more class time to work on the project. Since everything else in my life sucks, the only thing that keeps me going is the time I spend with
Charlotte in drama. I read A Streetcar Named Desire and watched the movie right after Charlotte told me about it. Sheâs right, it is a pretty good play, but I canât figure out if I hate Stanley because heâs a first-rate jerk or because the sight of him on the cover of the playbook makes Charlotte swoon. And I donât know if this makes me one of the drama kids or not, but I finally get the whole STELLA! thing.
âSo, you ready for your drama presentation today?â Dad asks me as I come into the kitchen on one of the rare mornings I catch him before he leaves for work. Heâs always had to travel for work, but lately heâs had to a lot more, which means late nights and early mornings at the office when he is in town.
âUh, yeah, I guess. I mean, at least itâs a partner thing, you know?â
âYeah, takes the pressure off. Well, Iâm sure youâll do fine, Sport,â he says as he sets his coffee mug in the sink.
âThanks, Dad. Oh, and your turn or mine?â I ask him since I canât remember which one of us is supposed to fix dinner tonight. Weâd fallen into this routine of who could fix the best tasting but still healthy meals since I got back from fat camp. It was Dadâs lame idea, and I hadnât really been trying lately, but figured I could do it to make things a little less tense around here.
âProbably another late night, so donât worry about me,â he says. Ahmed honks the horn. âGood luck,â he says as I walk out the door.
All day my stomach is in knots as I anticipate the presentation in drama. Iâm pretty nervous, but Charlotte is calm as usual when I walk into class. She smiles as I
take deep breaths and try to relax. The anxiety from waiting is almost as bad as the actual standing in front of the class, and just when I absolutely canât take the waiting anymore, Mrs. C finally calls us up. As I start summarizing the play, my voice has the usual weird shakiness whenever I get up here. No matter how much I try, I canât make myself sound normal. I get tangled up in the story line and then for whatever reason I start rambling on and on about Tennessee Williams, at which point I notice people starting to doodle and scrape gum off their shoes. Those who are still paying attention look like I just asked them to explain the latest quantum physics theories complete with formulas and illustrations. Iâm choking.
âWhat Charlie means is . . . ,â Charlotte cuts in. She easily explains the rest of the play, leaving out some key events, but itâs still way better than all my stupid rambling. Mrs. C nods her head as she listens and scribbles notes.
Charlotte goes on to explain our design, why we chose the colors we chose for the set, what kind of lighting we would incorporate, how it all adds to the mood, etc., with very little help from me. When I do speak, I feel like a parrot, echoing things sheâs already said.
âGood,â Mrs. C says when weâre done, âso, what did you guys think of Blanche?â she asks.
âI canât stand her,â Charlotte answers immediately.
Mrs. C tilts her head to one side. âMost people canât,â she says. âWhat about you, Charlie?â
âWell, she is kind of annoying, but . . .â I shrug my shoulders, not knowing how to finish my thought.
âGo on,â Mrs. C suggests.
But Charlotte quickly takes over. âCome on, sheâs basically this nymphomaniac who is superold, like thirty or forty or something and, you know . . . actually hooks up with one of her students. I mean
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