This is a short two person play about two women in their 20’s discussing the essence of a college education.
Driving down the interstate on their way to the college campus, there were two women, one in her late 20’s, and one in her early 20’s. They are having their usual morning conversation.
Lisa: Have you ever felt your heart race for no reason? I mean really race, so that you can actually hear every beat, but it only lasts for a second or two, its really weird.
Sam: I guess I have a couple of times. It’s called an anxiety attack.
Lisa: That’s what I thought, but I was told that when you have an anxiety attack , you stop breathing. And mines not like that, I can breathe.
Sam: Well everyone can have them differently, you can have an anxiety attack and still be able to breathe.
Lisa: So that’s what I have had all this time. Sometimes it just happens for no reason at all, but most of the time it happens when I am thinking about all the things that I have to do.
Sam: I know what you mean, I have all kinds of things to do too.
Lisa: Well, it’s not just schoolwork. What I hate most is trying to pretend to be someone I’m not. I walk into school everyday and put on this fake smile like I know what I am doing, and half of the time I don’t even have a clue about what I am doing. You see, my life wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to move to the city, and party for the rest of my life. That was my destiny. That’s what I was born for. Now my only option to get ahead in life seems to be education. This is my only option. So I have to keep putting on a fake smile, act like I know what I am doing, and try to figure out who I want to be. And the thing that sucks about that, is that I don’t even know what I am doing. I know I want to do something that has to do with communication, I just don’t know what yet. And then there is the fact that I might be going to school to find out that what I want to do is something that I am not even good at. And what if I say something to piss somebody off? There goes my whole education.
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