[A cold October afternoon. 4:00 PM. Mrs. Watson’s office hours. A small room with four desks, shared with three other professors. A brick wall interior with carpeted floors]
[Gerald knocks on the half-opened wooden door]
Gerald: Hi. Mrs. Watson? Um, I was hoping we could talk about my latest essay grade.
Watson: Sure, have a seat.
[Watson grabs chair and pushes it close to Gerald. Gerald fumbles in his backpack for the paper]
Gerald: Okay, so, I got a 99% on it and I was wondering what I missed because all you left for comments on it was “Perfect”
Watson: That’s right. I remember your paper. It was very good.
Gerald: Thank you. So, I was just wondering what I did wrong on it.
Watson: You didn’t do anything wrong. It was a very good paper.
Gerald: Then why didn’t I get a 100 on it?
Watson: I don’t give 100’s.
Gerald: But you said it was perfect. Doesn’t a 100 mean perfect.
[Watson quickly glances towards the brick wall to her left]
Watson: I don’t give 100s. In my class, a 99 is perfect.
Gerald: Why is that? Why isn’t a 100 a perfect score.
Watson: Because I don’t give perfects.
Gerald: But you just said a 99 is perfect.
Watson: Yes, a 99 is perfect for my class.
Gerald: I guess I’m not understanding why you don’t call a 100 a perfect score.
Watson: I do not like to give 100s in my class.
Gerald: Okay thank you for your time
Watson: Keep up the perfect work and you will continue to get 99s in my class
Gerald: Okay Mrs. Watson. Thank you.
[A fly buzzes in through the door as Gerald exits the room]
Watson: You let a fly in.
Gerald: I don’t think that was my fault.
Watson: Don’t open doors and it won’t happen in the first place.
Gerald: Okay, thank you for talking to me about my grade.
End Act I