SCENE 1, INTERIOR. NOON, FIFTH GRADE CLASSROOM. The teacher is entering grades as a few students work inside on the night’s homework. After several moments, a fifth grade boy staggers up to the teacher and flops down at the table, looking exasperated. He grabs his face with both of his hands and moves each side in alternating up and down motions.
JOEY: [Whining] Mr. Z, I’m missing a journal entry. [There is a short pause quickly punctuated by more whining] I don’t even know what to write a journal entry about…
TEACHER: Well, why don’t you write about what happened over Christmas break?
[The boy looks up from his position on the table].
JOEY: I was sick over Christmas.
[There is a short pause as the boy puts on a look of pure patheticness].
TEACHER: Well, then write about being sick of Christmas.
[The boy shakes his head].
JOEY: Mr. Z, I said I was sick over Christmas, not sick of Christmas.
TEACHER: Oh…then that’s different now then, isn’t it?
[The boy pauses for a split second before a perplexed look covers his face].
JOEY: Why would I ever get sick of Christmas?
TEACHER: Well, sometimes I get sick of you.
[The boy is still for several seconds and then gives a knowing nod].
JOEY: You know that’s a really good point, Mr. Z.
TEACHER: Merry Christmas…
[Fade to black].