LIGHTS COME UP. TATIANA IS SHARPENING HER PENCIL.
Tatiana: Why must I be labeled with a disorder because I am always sharpening my pencils? Everyone is obsessive compulsive in some way. It's just part of one's character. If I wasn't always sharpening pencils, I wouldn't have met some of my best friends. Take my friend Kara for example. I met her while sharpening my pencil in reading class in fourth grade. And why, if someone's brain works differently, must be be called mentally ill? And why must people try to fix them? If someone fixed my buddy Shawn's autism, he wouldn't be... Shawn. If he were not autistic, would he smile whenever he saw me? Or hold my hand while on his swing? Or even play on his swing? Would he be but a normal twelve year old boy? I like Shawn and myself just the way we are. I don't care about medical labels like that. But, some do. Some think that there needs to be a cure. Some think that my dyslexia needs to be cured. But, if i were not dyslexic, would I had not said this? If I were not dyslexic, I would be a different person. If Shawn was not autistic, he wouldn't even be Shawn.
TATIANA FINISHES SHARPENING THE PENCIL, TAKES IT OUT OF THAT SHARPENER AND SITS DOWN. AS SHE STARTS WRITING, THE PENCIL BREAKS.
Tatiana: Ah damn it!