Another official comes to the class door and I go out, they tell me it's time to go to Montevista. I walk back in the class sobbing and grab my bag and Tierney comes with me. I tell her I will not be here for a long time, she refuses to leave me and gets herself admitted somehow.
Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.
So I was rushing to try and make it out to the bus by 7. I was so busy that I forgot to put the homework in my bag and scurried toward the bus." "Oh my, I'm on my way." My mom said as she hung up I was filled with glee as I saw my mom walking toward the school with my homework in hand. The bell rang so I have her a hug and said thank you and headed to class.
In this example Ms. Norbury's front stage is the classroom, performing as a professional math teacher with her students as the audience. To Cady, Janice, and Damian the front stage is only the performance they have experienced, but when the four runs into each other at Janice’s work, the students see Ms. Norbury's backstage. Another example of dramaturgy in Mean Girls is Cady. Throughout the movie, Cady shows her front stage as being a plastic. She begins to care about her appearance, gossip, popularity, and boys and shows that side of her to the school, but behind closed doors, some of Cady's best friends are Janice and Damian which are considered to be losers.
After grabbing their bell work, students placed their materials for the class on their desks and then proceeded to take their backpacks to the hall to hang up. Then the students came back in, sat at their desks, and quietly worked on their bell work. Once the students finished their bell work they went to the netbook cart and grabbed their netbook. The teacher explained to me that
I went to class the following Monday forgetting we had the appointments. I started on my draft, but I had not finished editing. I rushed to the writing and literature building asking many people to direct me to Professor Wilson. I went in all sorts of directions to finally find the office. I walked in the dark office building, peaking in the already opened door.
I knew from the time I walked in the classroom that my teacher was about to give us this lame writing assignment that I had no interest in doing. My Snickers candy bar that I got from the vending machine on my way to class was literally the only thing giving me life at that point. For some reason my energy always hit an all-time low when it was almost time to go home. All around me I heard the whispers of my classmates. They were all chatting about what they were doing this weekend.
I’ve got to go to the bathroom. . . .I’m going to suffocate if you keep us one more second’ ”. Levine says that when he used to teach in California, he never used to look at the clock to see when the class is ending, because he always heard the noise of shuffling books and noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the students in class who were ready to leave.
The students began to shuffle into class. I walked in after them, shy and alone, hoping I could hopefully make a friend so I wouldn’t have to sit alone for lunch break. Unbeknownst to me, I had a more significant problem arriving in the near future. At first glance, the class
Walking down the hallways, I was terrified. People looked at me funny. I walked into the gym and up the stairs where my grade sat. Walking up, trying not to trip, I heard someone say, “Oh look we have a new girl.” I never thought I was going to be the new person. No one talked to me, and they all looked at me like, “who does she think she is?” This was a substantial change for me.