Premise: A tomboy gym teacher pays a visit to one of her ex-students a few days after the end of their senior year. There’s some unfinished business and some unanswered questions she needs to take care of now that school is over.

I stepped out of my car after parking in their driveway. It was just a standard house in this standard small town. Well, it was one of my student’s houses. They didn’t exactly encourage teachers to make house calls, even for former students. But there were a couple of special circumstances here.

The garage door was open, with only the kid’s car in it. I shouldn’t really call them “kid” though. They were eighteen. I was eighteen once, as you might have guessed. It’s a weird age. You still have a kid’s brain but an adult’s body and responsibilities. It can be the time of your life, or you can make a decision that leaves you worrying for the rest of your life.

Summer had just started. His parents would be at work, while he was enjoying the summer between high school and college. He didn’t have any siblings that I knew of. Certainly no one with the same last name had passed through one of my gym classes in the several years I’d been a teacher here.

I rang the doorbell, and it didn’t come as much surprise when it was him who answered. He was the one who looked surprised.

He would have been forgiven for not recognizing me immediately. Just about the only time he ever saw me was as his gym coach, wearing shorts or sweatpants and a t-shirt. Instead I was wearing a sundress, with a necklace draped around my neck. It wasn’t so much that I liked wearing the necklace. But honestly, I felt kind of naked without a whistle hanging around my neck, and the necklace helped fool my brain.

I could tell he recognized me immediately though. I had a pretty good hunch it would take more than a change of clothing for him not to recognize me. That’s a big part of why I was out there.

Full Script Here

This turned out longer than I expected. Perhaps someone could find ways to shorten it, or to break it into two parts. Of maybe they'd be perfectly happy to record it as is. As the saying goes, you miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take. Which is perhaps an apt quote giving we're talking about a gym teacher here.

Besides cutting this down or breaking this apart, anyone that wants to record this should feel free to make whatever changes they wish. I mention blushing, which is just what came out when I was writing. That can be removed to make it more inclusive. It's just what the characters happened to be doing as I wrote their story, but others should make this their story. In that same way, change other stuff as you see fit as well.

As usual, I agonized over a title, and will lose zero sleep over someone changing it or any of the tags. I often default to song titles or lyrics for script titles, and this one felt somewhat appropriate even if many elements are flipped or changed from the song. The title and tags actually include titles or lyrics from songs from The Police, Alice Cooper, and Gym Class Heroes, just to give credit where credit is due.

Please feel free to comment, but please don't tag anyone in your comments. I don't want anyone to feel like they have to look at this script, let alone perform it.

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