Luigi
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Apr 1, 2004 18:33:25 GMT -5
Post by Luigi on Apr 1, 2004 18:33:25 GMT -5
I might be doing a TB8 movie in school, if I get enough courage and stuff to organize it, but I'll probably just daydream. JIC...
Flannery Culp NARRATES as the camera pans across the SCHOOL.
Flannery Culp I, Flannery Culp, am playing solitaire even as I finish this. Gifted child have always been good at doing two things at one time. I'm alone here, sitting at this typewriter with my expensive leather-bound Italian journal propper up to my left and a pile of typewritten papers to my right. I am rereading my journal and typing my life, which will later be published. These are ture facts, not the crap that Elanor Tert, Winnie Moprah, Peter Pusher and ugh--Flora Habstat have been feeding to the tabloids, the media, and to you. Now, let's begin where it begins--with my drunken letters written to Adam State.
[letters fly in front of the camera, like the newspaper things do] Flannery: Dear Adam , It's our last day in Verona and my parets of course want to visit one hundred thousand more art galleries... Dear Adam, If writing one letter to you was presumptuos, what is two letters? But in any case, the only person who'd really get what I want to say is you...I saw Michelangelo's David and...Dear Adam...Listen to what my letters are trying to tell you! I love you! I mean real love that can surpass all the dreariness of the high school we both hate. We haven't known each other much, but that's what makes my love so special. P.S. I get back from Italy on Sunday. Please call me. P P.S. I really love you, this isn't just wine talking!
[Flannery is in her room, listening to QED: Love Bites (if I could manage it), reading a book and waiting by the phone. It rings. She jumps up, and answers it] Flannery: Hello? Adam? Natasha: No, Natasha Hyatt. You know, long hair, dyed jet black? Hey, Flan, are you waiting for some guy to call? Flannery (Sheepishly) Er...yeah. How'd you know? Er, never mind. Natasha: C'mon, we need to get school supplies, ja? Let's meet for coffee and we'll get cute notebooks and pencils in our school colors. But coffee first! Flannery: OK. Wait--when? Natasha: Whenever we get there, dearest,
[Coffee shop] Flannery So, Natasha, any summer flings?
Natasha I met a guy at the Harvard Summer Program. He was said to be brillian but we didn't talk much. [she smirks] It was mainly sex.
Flannery Of course.
Natasha And what about you?
Flannery: [sighs] Nothing. I go to the most romantic country in the world and the only guy who makes my heart beat faster is made of marble. Michelangelo's David.
Natasha: Do tell.
Flannery: It was beautiful--he was enormous like a sunset and just took my breath away. It flicked away all my cynicism about seeing art without flinching. I walked out of there thinking, "Now I am older".
Natasha: But surely you aren't waiting for him to call. It was Adam, I believe. Adam who--Adam Dawson? Adam Cohen? Adam--
Flannery: State. I'm waiting for Adam State to call.
[Natasha Cackles, Flannery looks offended]
Natasha Sorry, sorry. So, you think it'll work out?
Flannery [quitely] Honestly?
Natasha: Of course not! Honesty. [she scoffs]
Flannery: Then yes. Flannery-State. How do you think it'll look on stationary?
[they leave the coffee shop laughing]
[in front of Flan's house] Natasha: Listen, Flan, if you want Adam you better move quickly. Kate told me he's been getting crazy love letters all summer.
Flannery [embarrased] Hah. Wonder who...
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Luigi
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Apr 1, 2004 18:56:23 GMT -5
Post by Luigi on Apr 1, 2004 18:56:23 GMT -5
Flannery [narrator] So let it be noted that I have Mr Dodd-Lawrence Dodd for homeroom, as it has been for three years, and that we began the year learning the difference between authority and authoritarianism.
Natasha: [standing up] "Authoritarianism: a doctrine favoring or mared by absolute unquestioning obedience to authority. Authority: the power to command, determine or judge." [she looks around, then sits down]
Dodd: Excellent .Does everyone understand what I mean?
Students, montonously: Yeees.
[cut to the hallway] Natasha: So, who do you have for biology?
Flan: Carr.
Natasha: Carr. Ugh...I heard he's a bit of a weirdo.
Flan Well, I'm no stranger to weirdos.
[Natasha gets distracted by some football players]
Natasha: Hey, boys! [she runs after them]
[cut to empty classroom. The Basic Eight are listening to opera, eating dougnuts and talking]
Kate: ...Is there some creative murder in La Boheme?
Douglas: Nobody gets killed. They just get sick. Now, it's almost homeroom--let's discuss the first dinner party of the season.
Kate: Ah, yes.
Gabriel: That's more like it.
Jennifer: Where could we have it?
V___: Not my house. My parents are entertaining.
Kate: [sarcastically] Entertaining? Well, I never!
Natasha Always entertaining, never entertaining--if you catch my drift.
Lily: OK, so there's me, Flannery, V______, Kate, Lily, Jenn, Gabriel, Douglas--
Flannery: And Natasha.
[Kate and Gabriel exchange uncomfortable glances]
Gabriel: Er...right. Natasha it is.
Douglas: The Basic Eight.
Lily: Who else, then?
Jennifer: Laura Trent?
Natasha: No. She's such a drip.
Douglas: Ben Johnson.
Kate: Adam State!
[Natasha, Douglas, Jennifer, V_____ and Lily look at Flan]
Gabriel: He seems a little concieted to me.
Flannery: [casually] He seems nice.
[Natasha snorts]
Lily: OK. And Flora Habstat.
Flannery: Definately not. She quotes the Guiness Book of Word records.
Kate: I haven't heard her quote it, and she seems nice. All in favor of Flora?
All except Flannery: Aye!
Lily: Flora it is.
[the bell rings]
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Apr 3, 2004 5:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Skalu on Apr 3, 2004 5:47:58 GMT -5
That's brilliant! I'd love to see it, but I live in Nottinghamshire, UK!
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Apr 3, 2004 13:55:03 GMT -5
Post by Luigi on Apr 3, 2004 13:55:03 GMT -5
I en't doing it...
Note: sometimes when it says Flannery, it's Flannery thinking...but the italics didn't come through. [ dinner party]
[The Basic Eight are talking about stuff.]
Natasha ...So, anyone see Carr’s assistant? She’s like a supermodel...
[the door opens]
Adam: Er...hello. The door was opened so I just walked in.
Kate: ‘cause we wanted you to walk in.
Adam: So, it’s just us?
Natasha [disgused] Flora Habstat is supposed to come soon...
[Flora Enters]
Gabriel Just in time—dinner’s ready.
[they all sit down at the table]
Kate: May I propose a toast? [she stands up] To all the guests, both frequent [she looks at the basic eight] and infrequence [turns to Flora and Adam] May we generally be happy, generally be witty, generally be honest, but always be interesting.
Gabriel: But above all, always be friends.
All: Cheers.
Douglas: Now, let me. [Douglas clears his thorat] When my sister was in her senior year, she never told us what was going on. We knew she was stressed by we never really knew until...[he clears he throat again] I just want to toast to making it through high school.
Flora: And let us toast to being pushed to the limit academically, socially and athletically!
Flannery: Leave it to Flora Habstat to quote the school motto.
[everyone laughs]
Natasha: [sarcastically] And I toast to world peace!
Flora: According to the Guiness Book of World Records, world peace is the most common toast.
Flannery: And to quote the Guiness Book of World Records.
[everyone laughs even harder]
[Flora starts laughing, too]
[music room]
Flannery: Well, I signed up for chorus on Monday. Johnny Hand, alleged music teacher, was not there. Instead—Adam, Adam, Adam State was there. I was alone with Adam State in the music room. I don’t think you’re getting it—I was alone with Adam State in the music room.
Flannery: Well, Dr. State, I’ve been having a pain in my neck for four years now and I think it maybe high school. Will you check it out?
[Adam laughs]
Adam: Ms. Culp, are you telling me you want to play doctor?
Flannery: Please. It’s Miss Culp.
[they both laugh]
Flannery: I was amazed by how flirtatious I could be. Maybe I was channeling Natasha through black magic or something. Let it be noted—Dr. Tert—I was kidding. I have never been involved in black magic in any way, shape or form.
Adam: It was quite a relief to see your name next. I was getting sick and tired of the usual tone deaf altos.
Flannery: Er, I’m a tone deaf alto.
Adam: Well, I didn’t mean it. Some of my best friends are tone deaf altos. Listen, you don’t need to sing for me. Just go. No, wait, just stay a little. Make it look good.
Flannery: Er...sure. Shall we talk?
Adam: OK.
Flannery: What about?
Adam: Well, how about that kooky dinner party. I had a great time. D’you do it often?
Flannery: Kooky. Only Adam State could get away with calling our dinner parties kooky.
Adam: I hope I get invited back. But...I haven’t been playing my cards right.
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Apr 3, 2004 13:55:19 GMT -5
Post by Luigi on Apr 3, 2004 13:55:19 GMT -5
Flannery: What?
Adam: You know...responding to your...your letters.
Flannery [quickly, nervously]: Don’t worry about it.They were probably impossible to answer—particulary the last one. I just wrote you, that’s all, got all caught up in Italy. I’ve been trying to apologize but I couldn’t. I will now. I should’ve known you wouldn’t know what to make of those letters—particulary the last one. I’m just glad you haven’t told anyone I wrote them—particulary the last one. We’ll pretend they never existed—particulary the last one. I mean, we can still be friends and yyou can go to the dinner parties but let’s pretend the letters—particulary the last one were never written.
Flannery: I was very embarrased after I made the speech. I don’t like listening to speeches that long—would Adam?
Adam: The last one? The one about summer ending?
Flannery: No, the postcard with—
Adam: I never got a postcard.
Flannery: Oh. Well, good.
Flannery: Liar, liar, liar—deserved what he got.
Adam: What was it about?
Flannery: Oh, nothing. Well, that was proper audtioning time. I’ll—I’ll leave now.
Adam: Wait. I didn’t tell anyone you wrote them because--[he takes a deep breath] I thought they were love letters.
Flannery: Maybe...maybe they were.
[Adam and Flannery kiss, draw back quickly, look at each other and Flannery runs out]
Flannery: Next!
Elanor Tert: It is impossible to overemphsize the importance of this psychosexual voyeuristic moment in Culp’s adolesence. Imagine Culp, in the aftermath of one of the first moments of sexual awakening in her argument with her eventual victim, wandering in a sexualized daze to the office of a teacher whom she trusted, seeking advice and counseling. Yet when she walks in she finds her teacher betraying her trust, indeed the very trust of the teaching profession, locked in an embrace with a student. It was the most ultimate betrayl for young Culp and it triggered a horrific, though slightly delayed, response—much like Poe and his mother’s death as discussed in my first chapter. Flannery: Inaccuracy, inaccuracy, inaccuracy. IN-ACC-UR-A-CY!
[Flannery walks down the hall]
Flannery: First of all, I was not seeking advice or guidance from Carr. I was going to apologize for cutting class on Thursday. .
[Flannery makes a turn]
Second of all, Carr was doing far more than embracing the STUDENT TEACHER, not STUDENT.
[Flannery arrives in front of the door]
And Adam was not my “victim”.
[She opens the door] Flannery: Mr. Carr? Mr—Ohmygod!
Carr: Come on, come on
Assistant: I don’t know...
Flannery: Oh my God...
Carr: Come on. —what? Who is this? CULP!
Flannery: [worriedly, quickly] IjustwantedtoapologizeforskippingclassonThursdayand—
Carr: [enraged] GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Flannery runs out of the room, crying, down the hallway. She is grabbed by Natasha]
Flan: Get off of me!
Natasha: Flan? What the f***? Wonder what Carr was shouting at...Flan, are you OK?
Flannery: Carr! He—I can’t believe it. He...
Natasha: Flan, sit on the step. Now, what did you have to tell me?
Mokie: Hey, no sitting on the stairway, girl. Fire marshall’s rules.
Natasha: I’m the fire marshall.
Mokie: Look, I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them. I’m your friend and your principal. Remember—there’s pal in principal.
Natasha: Yeah, well, pals don’t tells pals to move. We’re just sitting here for a minute.
Mokie: It’s the rules. I’m going to have to give you detention. I don’t want to but—
Natasha: Then don’t.
Mokie:If you don’t move, I’ll have to. Listen, my hands are tied—
Flannery: DON’T GIVE ME ANY IDEAS! IF YOU WANT TO BE OUR PAL, YOU MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!
[Mokie looks at Flannery, then leaves]
Natasha: That was good. Pretty soon you won’t need me around.
Flannery: Don’t be ridiculous.
Natasha: So, we fought for the conversation spot, let’s have the conversation.
[Flannery looks around]
Flannery: Uh...now’s not a good time. How about the lake, on Thursday?
Natasha: So, we sassed the vice principal for nothing? [sarcastically] Oh no, how could we?
[they both laugh]
[next day, Flannery is in the hallway]
Carr: Flannery, in my office.
[they walk into his class]
Carr: I wanted to apologize for yelling yesterday. And I want you to apologize for barging into my office.
Flannery: Fine. I apologize for barging into my office. Er...your office. Can I go now?
Carr: Yeah. Wait—[he kneels looks Flannery in the eyes] Don’t tell anyone.
Flannery: See you sixth period, Carr.
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Apr 3, 2004 13:55:50 GMT -5
Post by Luigi on Apr 3, 2004 13:55:50 GMT -5
Thursday, the lake]
Flannery [concluding her story] ...and that’s why he was yelling.
Natasha: That f***! That f***! I can’t believe it...
Flannery: Well..
Natasha: *pacing* I’m telling Kate...
Flan: NO!
Natasha: [ignoring Flannery] and V___ and Gabriel and Douglas—the whole basic eight.
Flan: NO!
Natasha: You want him to get away with what he’s doing?
Flan: No. I mean...listen, Natasha, you’re known for...for...
Natasha: For putting p****s in their place?
Flan: Nata-sha.
Natasha: Fine. But I’m telling the Basic Eight. And you can’t stop me.
[bus stop. Flan sits on a bench. Seconds later, Carr’s assistant sits down, too.)
Flan: What’s up?
Flannery: What’s up since my high school teacher made a pass at you?
Assistant: Not much.
Flan: Hey, is that my test? Listen, I’ll correct it myself so you don’t have to. Scout’s honor.
Assistant: No, Carr wants to. Yours is the only test he’s correcting personally.
[silence]
Assistant: [she cries] That s***. That piece of s***. They told me I shouldn’t take the job. Everybody told me. But I took it anyway. I need to support my kid—but now I won’t even touch him because I feel so gross everytime I come home. Like I’ve got...I’ve got Carr slime all over me.
[silence]
Assistant: I shouldn’t be telling you this. [the bus arrives. The assistant gets up] He’s a s***. Remember that.
Flannery: I’ll never forget.
Flan: [very quietly] I’ll never forget.
Assistant: Aren’t you coming?
Flan: Er...no.
Flannery: I was at the wrong bus stop all along.
[Natasha and Flan at the lake]
Flan: ...so, get this: Carr gave me an A. I shouldn’t’ve gotten higher than a B.
Natasha: Take it. You earned it, believe me.
Flan: There’s no way I earned it.
Natasha: Flan, the good grades will get you a good job so you can afford a good psychologist because of what hell Carr showed you. So, are you going to the dance tomorrow night?
Flan: I hadn’t thought about it.
Natasha: Go. Who knows? Adam State might be there.
[the basic eight are having a breakfast meeting]
Gabriel: So, who else is going to the dance?
Kate: Douglas and I, of course.
Flan: Me.
Natasha: Me.
Douglas: [concerned] You just said that.
Flan: How didn’t I notice?
V_____: My mum can be Satan sometimes.
Flannery: Keep that in your mind. V’s mum is Satan.
Natasha: She really is .Won’t let you go to the high school dance because of some family commitment. What’ll it do , ruin your rich reputation?
Flan: V___’s really rich. She wears real pearls to school. Her family’s reputation is why I can’t reveal her full name in my diary. Her association with The Basic Eight might ruin their reputation.
Douglas: Well, have a good time with Satan.
[next day]
Flannery: I couldn’t face Carr, so the next day I went to see Principal Mokie. Maybe I could switch science classes. Give me Mr.H unter, even though he doesn’t know anything about biology, or Mrs. Kayak, who sleeps behind her thick sunglasses at least once a week. Give me anyone. But not Carr.
Mr. Mokie: Sorry, Flan, can’t do it. If you switch, everyone will switch.
Flan: It’s a problem—
Mr. Mokie: It’s a challenge. Here at Rower High, you should be challenged academically, athletically and what’s the other one?
Flan: [pouting] Sexually.
Mr. Mokie: I should hope not. No, it’s socially.
Flan: Yeah, whatever. Mr. Mokie: Well, there’s nothing I can do--
Flan: But there is!
Mr. Mokie: Miss Culp, I’m busy.
[Mokie turns to some paperwork, Flannery leaves]
[the next day] Flannery: Today’s the day. September twenty-third. I commit the crime today. No, not murder—that’s not until Halloween. Today, I release the drosophila. The flies. We were supposed to be mating them in bio, but screw Carr. If Mokie and his fat ass won’t do anything, I’ll do something.
[Flannery and Adam pass each other in the hall]
Flannery: Hey!
Adam: Flan?
Flannery: What’s up?
Adam: The sky.
Flannery: No, I mean what’s up with you glaring at me during choir?
Adam: I didn’t meant to, but I’m a tad annoyed you kept cutting choir.
Flannery: It’s nothing personal. You glare at me today, barely spoke to me Saturday—
Adam: I just need some room. [He takes his hand away and runs it through his hair] I just need—[he waves said hand around the room]—room. Listen, I got to go.
[Adam leaves. Flannery shouts to him:
Flannery: You don’t need room! You have this enermous room! Look at this place!
Flannery: So, upset, I walked to French class but—I passed Carr’s room. It was empty. Maybe...maybe it would be unlocked. It was.
[Flannery enters the room. She sees the drosophila in the test tubes and opens one]
Flannery: Fly free, little drosophila! Sleep with anyone you want!
[She releases the rest of the flies and opens the window)
[cut to sixth period]
Carr: Today is a free period. The assistant released all the flies. She’s been fired.
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Apr 8, 2004 22:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Celinra on Apr 8, 2004 22:47:52 GMT -5
That's really cool (I'm so descriptive).
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