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A scene that opens with a woman standing next to herself in a coma, all she can do is wonder, “How did I get here?” When Mia, an African American woman, woke up this morning the only thing on her mind was the interview she had that morning to be an administrator in training at her high school. She is a dedicated science teacher with a husband and teenage son. As she prepares for her interview her joy for the job and her life is clear. After the interview is a success, she rushes home to share the information with his family but locks her keys in her car. As she looks around her car for a way in, asking her neighbor to call her husband for a second set she decides to check the backdoor, unknowingly making the biggest decision of her life. With her hand on the back door she is told that a gun is pointed at her and to raise her hands. In that moment she freezes and the only thing her mind can process is science. She begins to define terms, not raising her hands, more definitions, not raising her hands, in this most fearful of moments her mind isn’t working- not the way it should. She finds herself being struck on the head with the butt of the gun. On the ground she bleeds trying desperately to figure out what she did wrong in coming to her home, to celebrate. A story that dives deep into the importance of de-escalation rather than violence and the love that a woman has for her family and her students. Will she ever wake up from her coma to share how in the scariest moment of her life, science is what brought her solace? Never say what you would do… this story is a testament to realizing that you honestly will never know until you find yourself frozen and only focused on the elements of life.

Science of Fear

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  • (Mia, an African American woman stares motionless. She takes a couple of steps forward and then looks down slightly at something that she slowly reaches for. When she touches it, it makes her jump in fear. She takes a couple of steps back and looks to the audience before she speaks. Pointing.)

     

    That’s me. But how can that be? I am standing here talking to you but that is absolutely me. You can see me, right? Like the me that is talking to you- but can you see (pointing to herself in the hospital bed) her too? She is me… (She looks around the room trying to figure out where she is.) it doesn’t make sense, I remember, or I sort of remember… I was in, I was at- I was at my house. I was standing in my driveway I remember, I kind of remember, I vaguely remember standing in my driveway. Yes. (Struggling to remember) Why didn’t I go inside? Or why couldn’t I go inside? I just don’t understand. (Beat) There was a police officer with me- and my neighbor Miss B from next door she was there too, she had a phone in her hand. And my car was running. That’s so weird. (Looking back at herself lying in the hospital bed.) What happened Mia? (Looking around) This hospital, this bed, the tubes down my throat, my head wrapped in gauze… oh God what happened? I need to go back. I need to go back.

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