Burnouts

Just Say When

Scene 1: English - 3rd Period

Alison Sinclair

"Okay, you're dismissed. Grab a study sheet from off of my desk before you leave."

Everyone sighs in relief, closing their textbooks and making their way out of the classroom.

I repack slowly, tossing everything on my desk into one part of my bag. I'm not in a rush to go anywhere. Wherever I stand feels out of place.

I sling the bag over my shoulder and drag my feet across the ground in the direction of the teacher's desk.

He makes study sheets that ask questions rather than answer them.

"See you Monday, Alison."

I look up instinctively, "see you Monday, Mr. Faust."

"I'm really holding out hope that this C-streak you're on is only temporary." I glance at him again but don't respond, though I also feel that I'm no longer allowed to leave. "Your participation level has dropped as well. I'm a little concerned. Is there something going on?" Mr. Faust asks kindly, and I shake my head. "Alison, I'm more likely to empathize and give you the necessary help required if you're honest. Are you going to count on dismissiveness to get you through the semester?"

"I'm sorry...I've been unmotivated."

"That's understandable, exams are approaching quickly, mental exhaustion is starting to take its toll more than ever." I nod and keep my head down. "Here's what I can do," Mr. Faust says as he circles around his desk looking for something. He grabs a pack of referral passes, "I can send you down to the guidance counselor during your elective time and you-"

"I don't need to talk to anyone. I'm fine, thank you."

He sighs in defeat and puts down the passes and his pen.

"I disagree but...I'll trust your judgment. Have a great rest of the day. Take some time to get well."

"Goodbye, Mr. Faust."

He waves me off and watches as I walk away.

"Oh— and Alison?"

I turn back to face him. "Yes?"

"I'm not a counselor, but I'm here if you change your mind." He taps his ear twice, "two ears, I'm a great listener. I promise."

I laugh to myself and give him a smile, "I believe you."

"I'm glad."

It's funny how easily words like "I'm here for you," make someone breathe better.

I can't wait to leave class...usually, and just moments ago I was desperate for him to take notice of something else and let me go— but now...

"Mr. Faust-" I pause before stepping out of the doorframe. "Can I...spend my study hall in here?"

"Sure," he nods. "I don't see why not."

"Thank you," I sigh in relief and start to close the door back. "I'll really study-"

"Actually— could you just leave the door open?"

"Oh, sorry..." A feeling of awkwardness enters the atmosphere.

"It's no worry— it gets a bit stuffy in here when the door is closed."

The real reason probably has something to do with rules and conduct, but he's trying to spare me the discomfort.

I go to one of the desks in the front row and lay out my notebook.