Scene 2

Mr. C has his head down at his desk, the bottle almost done lying next to him.

The class he is supposed to be teaching is completely silent.
Eventually one of his students comes up to him and timidly taps him on the shoulder.

He stirs and looks at the student.

Student: "Sir, are we having class today," she asks somewhat shyly.

Mr. C nods and waves her off, then gets up heavily, grabbing the bottle with him. He stumbles to the middle of class and takes a swig from the bottle, nearing depletion. Through a subtle slur, he begins ranting at the class.

You know what, yeah, yeah, we can have class now. Why not? I figure I can teach you kids a few things about life. Important things! Things they won't teach you in math or history, but stuff you need to know anyway! Who wants to learn!?

The class is silent.

He turns around a few times, then goes to an empty seat next to one of the smarter kids who pays attention in class.

You! You've got your life in front of you, don't you? 4.0 GPA and life's a fucking charm, huh? Well, let me tell you one thing (he takes another drink) about life. It sucks. You can be as good as they come, the best even, and then life will still come around with misery in tow. You think it's hard now, but you're in high school? What do you know?

He notices a couple of students talking across the room and stumbles over to sit next to them.

Yeah, yeah, gossip all you want, talk about your bullshit prom and johnny from down the hallway who was making eyes with you last period. Look at you. Vain and simple, and you know what? No one cares. No one will ever care. The only thing you'll ever be good for in life is filling space. So keep on keepin' on, girlie, it doesn't get much better than this!

He finally stumbles over to the rebellious kid and finishes the bottle.

Mr. Hot shit himself. You want to run this class, well go ahead. You think you can do it, every day, dealing with shit like you? You don't have a goddamn clue. Have fun in prison, lowlife. Say hi to my pops for me, will ya?

With this, he leaves, slamming the door as he goes out.

The class is quiet for a minute, but quickly resume its chatter.