Donut Delivery! by Coco Simon

Author:Coco Simon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight
Published: 2021-12-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight Acting the Part

Our last hour of freedom flew by. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess.

Matt and I ventured into some of the different buildings, weaseled into empty classrooms, and sat inside them, imagining what it would be like to actually learn here.

One thing I didn’t expect was for college classrooms to come in so many different shapes and sizes!

Some had stadium seating with hundreds of seats, with a stage at the front.

Others were regular rooms, seating thirty or so. All the rooms had whiteboards and windows. Some whiteboards carried leftover notes from instructors.

Sometimes we had no idea what they were scrawling on about: words in different languages, equations, flowcharts, names and dates.

Also, I noticed the classrooms weren’t homey like the ones at Bellgrove Middle School, which are bursting with color from posters and decorations all over the walls.

These classes seemed pretty impersonal, almost like they didn’t belong to one teacher or subject.

Back at camp we took this theater class where we played all these exciting acting games and did role plays. Well, that hour of going in and out of classrooms was like one epic acting exercise.

Matt kept me on my toes by acting like a different person every time we walked into a new room, and I would have to adapt by creating a different character too!

In the biology lab, we were lab partners, where we told phony dorm stories and complained about imaginary tests and messy roommates as we dissected an invisible frog.

In another room we were perfect strangers who liked each other but didn’t know how to say how we felt.

Sound familiar?

In one room Matt pretended to be a writing professor and I was a ditzy student who only wanted to twirl her hair.

He got seriously mad. It was crazy fun!

Too bad all the art studios—the spaces I wanted to spend the most time inside—were locked tight!

I wondered if they looked anything like my art teacher Mr. Franklin’s room, which had our art on display, literally from ceiling to floor.

Anyhow, my favorite part was when we stumbled into a small theater.

What else was there to do but pretend to be leads in our own made-up play?

We invented a whole story on the fly and performed for a room of ghosts.

In this play, we were married and having an argument about our rebellious pet toucan, Testy (best name I could come up with at the time).

My character loved Testy the toucan, but her husband hated the bird and wanted it gone.

Testy was testing his patience with his adorable squawking sounds. He also liked stealing our food and pooping on my husband’s head.

I had an absolute blast throwing pretend dishes across the room when he threatened to make my toucan Testy disappear one day.

I—I mean my character—legit lost it.

I didn’t realize I could like toucans so much.

In a later scene, when it was time for the husband and wife to make up, just as Matt was leaning in to give a kiss of apology,

I noticed the digital clock on the wall and gasped.

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