The Defining Line

FADE IN:

INT. CLASSROOM 1965 - DAY

RICHARD HAYES, a younger looking man(30), very handsome with 

a nicely combed head of black hair and a clean beard, is 

PACING around the front of his classroom with a ruler in his 

hand. On the chalkboard behind him, there is a whole mess of 

formulaic symbolic intentions, with lines drawn connecting 

each bit to another. He SMACKS his ruler against the part of 

the board labeled "Attention", dragging it across to the 

other key words as necessary.

RICHARD 

So! As you can see, attention to 

our daily opportunities gives us a 

chance to create new and exciting 

paths to go down. But why go down 

multiple paths, if you are just 

trying to find the one.

Richard smacks the word "One" which is smack dab in the 

middle of his crazy matrix that he drew up. Everything ends 

up connecting to it and it is circled heavily.

RICHARD 

Attention, opportunities, different 

paths, desires, intuitions. Every 

important aspect of your day that 

you use to get by. But I tell you 

this, unless you can tie it all 

into that "One" thing that means 

something to you, that one part of 

yourself that you just can't live 

without, then you simply cannot 

begin to grow. (beat) Does everyone 

follow?

A classroom full of third graders sit in their seats and 

have their mouths wide open, staring at their teacher. A 

little girl in the back of the class raises her hand.

RICHARD 

Yes Tiffany, a question?

TIFFANY 

Can I go to the bathroom?

Richard looks back at his messy scrambling on the board and 

gives a small CHUCKLE. He turns back to her and nods his 

head.

RICHARD 

Of course. Make sure to sign out 

and take the pass.

Tiffany smiles and gets up from her chair, skipping over to 

the front door. As Tiffany grabs the pass and opens the 

door, a woman, SUSAN, is just walking into the classroom and 

steps to the side to let the little girl run by. She looks 

at Richard and is smiling.

SUSAN