TEACHER B
That does not make a poem。 A poem is 。。。 well; a poem is poetry。
STUDENT C
That on the whale?
TEACHER C
Arrais。 What do you think?
STUDENT C
Well; I really think it would be better if the whale speak。
A fourth teacher goes to the door; look at the corridor on both sides and then slam the
door。 Audrey runs through the corridor; looking esfarrapada。 She knocks on the door of the
teacher who just close it。
Audrey
Professor Weeks! Oh; professor Weeks!
PROF。 WEEKS
You are late。
Audrey
Yes; but I have a perfectly good excuse。
The teacher makes a break; hoping to hear the excuse。
PROF。 WEEKS
Yes?
Audrey
(breathless)
Oh; but I can not tell you! It is something illegal。
PROF。 WEEKS
(making a frown)
Illegal? I need to call the campus security?
Audrey
(swinging the head)
Oh; no。 At least; not yet。
She spends her work to him。
Audrey
I could not decide on which the writing of Shakespeare; so I wrote about them all。 I hope
you do not mind。
The teacher puts the reading glasses and begins to read the work。 He sits at the table;
pletely oblivious to what youre reading。 While he continues to read; Audrey casually it
leaves the room and closes the door。 She walks the aisle and out the door of the building;
get a bike and pedal the lawn。
EXT。 QUADRA OF FACULTY … SEQUENCE
Triangulated by a huge lawn of tijolinhos buildings。