Laurie Eckhart A Question of
Willpower Concept sentence: A
quiet student wins the lottery over the holiday. When his classmates find out
about his new fortune the price of wealth is realized. In order of
appearance: Enrique, Will, Corrie,
Jennifer, Dr. White, Jason, Reani, Robert, Robin Scene:
Enrique is walking behind Will as the two exit the classroom at break. They are
the last students leaving the room and Enrique sees Will drop a piece of paper. Enrique:
What’s this? [picks up the paper] Will:
Oh, it’s a list of…stuff. [Reaches for
paper] Enrique: [pulls paper away from Will] Not so quick! [Unfolds paper and
reads aloud] Pay off bills, buy house, Ascari Ecosse, small tropical island,
salt-water fish tank, chinchilla farm [looks
at Will, puzzled] Chinchilla farm? Will:
[Holding out hand, impatient] Do you mind? Enrique:
[returns the list to Will] What is
this? Your list for Santa Claus? Will:
[Shrugs] Something like that.
[turns to leave, but turns back to Enrique] Can you keep a secret? Enrique:
[indignant] Of course! Will:
I won the lottery during the Thanksgiving holiday. [Holds
list up] This is what I plan to buy. Enrique:
Yeah, right. Like you’d be in class if you won the lottery. What’d you
win--300 dollars? Will:
$72 million Enrique:
[stares a minute, then laughs] Sure,
Will. Me too, I won 8 billion dollars and cloned myself. I’m not even the real
Enrique. Will:
Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe. Enrique:
[confused] Are you serious……why are you here? Will:
[shrugs] I still need an education. Enrique:
No one with 72 million needs an education. [claps
Will on the back] You need friends. Will:
[pulls another list from pocket] I
already made a list of those too. Enrique:
Why? Will:
[places list back in pocket] People
get weird about the money. I want be sure I know who my real friends are. Make
sure you don’t tell anyone, I hate the attention. Enrique:
Dude, you’re paranoid. Think
roach motel—your secret went in, but it’s never coming back out. No one’s
gonna know. [Enrique & Will
Exit Classroom.] [Ten minutes later
everyone except Will have returned] Corrie:
Did you talk to Enrique on break? Jennifer:
Uh, uh. Why? Corrie:
He swears Will won 72 million dollars in the lottery! But, we aren’t supposed
to know so keep it a secret. Jennifer:
[looks confused] Will? Corrie:
[points to Will usual seat] You know, Will Frith...the “it has to get
better” poem guy. Jennifer:
Oh, yeah. I really liked that poem. How weird-- he doesn’t seem any different. [Will returns to
class and walks to his seat. Both girls scrutinize him for obvious changes] Corrie:
Why do you think he wants to keep it a secret? Maybe he’s looking for true
love and he knows he’ll never know if a girl loves him or his just money --so
he’s keeping quiet. I can’t believe he came to class still. Jennifer:
Why not? He’s worked hard for his degree. I’m sure he still wants it. Corrie:
[waves hand in front of Jennifer’s face]
Hello! We’re talking about 72 millions dollars here! Jennifer:
Yeah, but still. I’d keep doing whatever I was doing before the money,
wouldn’t you? Corrie:
Yeah, just long enough to tell everyone I knew I was filthy rich, then Adios
Corrios. Jennifer:
A person couldn’t even spend that
much money in a lifetime. Think of all the things he’ll be able to do. I just
know he’ll donate to charities all the time now. Corrie:
[look speculative] Do you think he has
a girlfriend? Jennifer:
[shocked] Corrie! You just got
married! Corrie:
[aggravated] I know but, I have single
sisters and friends. Jennifer:
What about all that talk about true love. Doesn’t that apply to your sisters
and friends too? Corrie Don’t
preach to me. [Turns to Jennifer, looks calculating] What about you? He’s really
cute and you aren’t married. You said you liked his poem. Jennifer:
Excuse me; do I look like I just stepped out of a Jane Austen novel? I’m not
in the market for a rich husband, thank you very much. Corrie
[shrugs] Dr White:
[exasperated] Ladies! Corrie:
[whispers] We’ll talk later. Jennifer:
[nods] Dr. White
[writes student names on chalkboard &
then turns to class] I want these people to exchange drama presentations
before next week. Have there been any problems with the exchanges? Does anyone
need help? [returns to seat] Will:
My computer died last weekend. Can anyone who sent me a draft resend it? Enrique:
Hey, you can just buy Dell and never have to worry about a computer again. Dr White
[puzzled expression] Enrique, is there
something you’d like to share with the class? Enrique:
It’s nothing. I just… [ trails off] Dr. White:
Yes? Enrique:
I was just kidding with Will. Dr. White
[puzzled. Turns to Will] Will? Will:
[to Enrique] You have a big mouth. Enrique:
[ Shrugs, to Will] Hey, people are
going to find out anyway. Might as well tell them yourself. Dr White:
[looks back and forth between Will and
Enrique] What’s going on? Jennifer:
Will won the lottery Dr. White. Dr. White
Oh, I see. Well, congratulations Will. Will
[flat] Thanks. Corrie:
[excited/curious] Enrique said you have a list of the things you plan to
buy…what’s on your list? Will [big
sigh] Reani:
What are you gonna buy first? Will:
A muzzle for Enrique. Robert:
When do you get the money? Jennifer:
I know several really good charities. Robin:
How much did you win? Will
[still glaring at Enrique] Enough to
be comfortable. Enrique:
72 million. Robin & Reani: [together
& loudly] 72 million! Dr. White:
All right, everyone calm down. Jennifer:
[ignores Dr. White] If I had that kind of money I’d open a shelter for
orphans. Corrie: [ignores
Dr. White] If I won the lottery I’d
buy UHCL and fire all the people working in financial aid. Jason:
[very
intense] Will, I have an aunt who needs surgery. Can you help us out? Corrie: You
know what else I’d do? I’d make the school grill buy better hamburger meat! Robert: My
Dad’s in investments, I’ll give you his number. Dr. White:
Class, please! Jason:
She’s a really great person, but she can’t afford the bill. Can you help? Reani:
My cat needs hip replacement surgery; it’s only a thousand dollars. I could
pay you back. Are post-dated checks ok? Dr White: [stands up, pounds desk with closed fist to enunciate each word] Everyone Shut
up! Will:
[looking at Enrique] This is why I
didn’t want to tell anyone. No matter where I go this happens. [looks
at class] I shared my poetry and story with you and most of you just sat
there, comatose. Now I suddenly have money and you can’t wait to see what you
might get out of me. You’re all a bunch of slugs. Dr. White:
Well, Will that’s certainly… [Will cuts him off] Will:
No, Dr. White. Don’t say anything. At least you haven’t been affected. [picks
up his backpack and heads toward the door] Corrie:
[nervous, quick] Uh, Will! [Will stops and
turns to see what she wants] Corrie I
can still send you my draft, right? I’d love
to hear what you have to say. You’re a great writer. Dr. White:
[a bit hesitant, embarrassed, but
persistent] Will, about that book I’ve been trying to publish… I’ll
call you, ok? [Will rolls his eyes
and leaves the room] Finis Theme sentence: Perhaps
Robinson Crusoe’s father was right; it’s better to exist in the middle of
the spectrum, both poverty and great wealth present significant burdens to
people.
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