You must remember, young thespians, learning is never seasonal, so do allow the shimmering lights of summer-- (All gasp due to the exclamation tone used by Ms. Darbus)-- to refresh and illuminate your fertile young minds!
(Whispers)
What is she talking about?
The future greets you with its magic mirror, reflecting each golden moment, each emboldened choice.
Dude! Ms. Darbus has snapped her cap!
Dude! You're actually listening?
Yes, Jason. (In reply to Jason having his hand up)
So, what was your favorite summer memory. Miss Darbus? (All groan)
Summers have passed fleetingly since I was your age, but I remember each with poignant clarity. There was the unforgettable summer--
Summer.
Summer. (while listening to hip-hop)
Summer.
Summer.
Summer!
Summer!
Summer.
Summer. Summer. Summer. Summer. Summer! Summer! Summer! Summer! (school bell rings)
(This is when they start to sing "What Time Is It?")
