Just a basic outline for a sitcom.
An untidy small office on the second floor of the University of Hartlepool. A man is sprawled over his desk asleep. Another Man enters and wakes him with a start.
Pete - Urrrrh
Dave - Asleep on the job again.
Pete - Its better than being asleep with the job.
Dave - Have you seen my lecture notes?
Dave looks through his desk piled high with papers.
Pete - Just read them your usual, that's what you do every year.
Dave - No no, there's a rumour they are doing spot checks now. Anyway I'm sick of the kids mouthing the words back at me.
Pete - Whoever it is will find lots of spots here, its like a testing centre for clearasil.
Pete picks up a coffee cup and drinks the contents
Pete - Thats better... whatever it was.
Pete stretches and lights a cigarette
Dave - Pete your going to set the sprinklers off again.
Pete - I could do with a shower
Dave - Of that there is no doubt, but a damp Pete wondering the corridors all day is not a pretty site.
Pete - You know when I first started this job I had such hopes, such dreams. I was going to foster a love of literature in the hearts of our youth.Instead I sit there everyday reading great chunks of the stuff like it was the phone book. The kids sit there tweeting and tapping, picking their noses and scratching their arses. Thats what its like teaching the Itchy and Scratchy generation, the attention spans of a goldfish.
Dave - Well it might help if they could hear you. If you lifted your head off the desk occasionally.
Pete - I can't bear to look at them, with all their youth and futures ahead of them. They make me sick, little bastards.
Dave - but Pete you could at least agree to be in the same room as them
Pete - not bloody likely, that's taking it to far.
The scene shifts to two ajoining lecture rooms.
Room One
Dave - I am dave Hodges, you can call me Dave and I will be overseeing module one of this Humanities course, Elizabeth Gaskill genius or irrevelance.
Dave looks at a pretty girl in the front row.
Dave - My door is always open, any time of day....
Room Two
Pete - Hello,
Pete coughs his guts up
Pete - As I was saying, this is Humanties 201 Was Dickens really Victorian?
Pete mutters - Oh Jesus
A young lad half raises his hand
Young Lad- Pete is this exam tested or judged on coursework
Pete - Firstly don't call me Pete, I am Mr Stark. Secondly don't ask questions you will make yourself look foolish in front of your little friends.
A young girl hesitantly raise her arm
Pete - yes mimsey girl with no colour coordination.
Young Girl - I'm in the wrong room
Pete - Well you'd better bugger off then, off you pop!
Girl rushes out of the room.
Pete under his breath - Lucky escape.
Room 1
Dave - Of course Gaskill is all about sex. Repressed sexual feelings seep through her work.
Students look uncomfortable
Dave - I will be proving this to you over the next few weeks.
Room 2
A student raises his arm
Pete - yes skinny youth with the palor of an old dishrag
Student - Mr Stark isn't Dickens all about sexual repression?
Pete - What? Who told you that? No it is not. Dickens was at it like nines, he had his wife and mistress in the same house. It was like a Feydeau farce there was that was that much bed hopping going on. No Dickens is about money, or the lack of it, he was a jobbing writer banging em out to pay the rent and get the cat some kippers. Sex! everything doesn't have to be about sex you horrible spotty oik. Come back to me when you've done it. Anyone else?
Sometime later in Pete's office with two students.
Pete - Now Miss Summer's if I can just read a little of your magnum opus here.
Da ting about dicken's is he is well funny innit and that Macawber fella made me LOL a lot. Do we think this going down the right pathway?
Miss Summers - Well yea and that it was well funny although a bit old speak like.
Pete - Yes well... and turning to you Mr Dale. You really seem to have given me a summary of Dicken's financial records whilst writing Oliver Twist.
Mr dale - Well yes, I'm only on this course as a bridge to accounting 101. I really don't want my student loan getting out of hand and Dad says...
Pete - yes quite.. well if you go and read up on his tax records during Bleak Expectations, and Miss Summers if you...well just read something really. I look forward to seeing you both just before your passing out ceremony. Goodbye
A light tap of the door
Pete - Enter!
A small mousy girl enters and sits nervously on a chair.
Pete - Ah Miss Khan. I've looked at your work up to now. You have a real grasp of the subject. Your reading of Little Dorritt shows a real understanding of the text, you have come up with many relevant and interesting ideas. You understand how personal this work was to Dickens, on the whole this is an excellent piece of work.
Miss Khan - Thank you.
Pete - Is there anything you want to ask me?
Miss Khan - I'm afraid I don't know if its worth asking anything. My family are keen that I move courses to something more practical, with more of a future.
Pete - Oh I see, what do they have in mind for you.
Miss Khan - something accountancy based.
Pete - Well yes, it is an expensive business taking degrees now, I know that the humanities is not as desirable a subject as it was. I must tell you, you have great ability and empathy for this subject. Is it what you want to do?
Miss Khan - Yes it is, I love it.
Pete - It is not for me to say of course, and it must be a practical decision in this day and age, but if you decide to continue I will help as much as I can. You can see me anytime, just leave a note at reception and I will contact you. Anytime you want...
Miss Khan - thank you Mr Stark.
Pete - No problem at all, do some thinking. It is not always bad to follow your heart, you may regret it later if you don't. Let me know what you decide anyway, and I wish you the best in whatever you do, I'm sure it will be excellent whatever that is.
Miss Khan whispers - Thank you
She leaves the room quietly. Pete lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair.
University canteen. Brian sits on his own with a plate of shepherds pie going cold in front of him. He has a bent back paperback in front of him and he peers at it through a pair of half moon glasses. Other tutors are talking away in other parts of the canteen. Students look over at Pete nudging each other and laughing.
Brian - Ah Pete there you are, I tried your office and thought you may be here.
Pete - Yes well it is lunch, if you can call smash congealing over dog food a meal.
Brian - Yes quite. Now listen...
Brian looks at Pete
Brian - Pete you really do look a mess, what is that on your tie.
Pete looks down - beef stew I think, although it may be apple strudel
Brian - God Pete this isn't the go getting executive look we're going for. I mean where do you get woollen ties in this day and age, have you a time machine?
Pete - Army and navy on Chapel street. Very reasonable and lasts forever. This tie could save my life.
Brian - What!
Pete - If ever I'm trapped unable to access sustenance I can simply eat the tie. It has representatives of every major food group in it and would prove invaluable in a famine.
Brian - Well Pete, I have had some concerns raised about your teaching methods.
Pete - Oh yes?
Brian - Some of the students feel... well I too feel... well some concerns have been raised.
Pete - Little quisling bastards.
Brian - Listen Pete times have changed, we offer a service now, if that service is felt to be lacking in value, well you can see what I mean.
Pete - Oh I see what you mean, I should let them call me Pete and see if anyone wants to go for a drink and a grope.
Brian - That is an outrageous statement Pete. Listen I can only protect you for so long. They are gunning for you, they don't want your type of lecture anymore. They want power point presentations, group work....
Pete - Listen if they want power... what?
Brian - Power point
Pete - God help us
Brian - Listen I've warned you Pete, but as I said, I can only cover you for so long. I know you're a great lecturer but you have to move with the times. And for God's sake smarten up and get rid of that tie!
Brian walks off
Pete returns to his book and mutters - Yes I'll pop down to tie wrack and get one with POW! written on it like yours. The barbarians are at the gate and they are wearing they're Christmas presents.