carelessandunthinking:
"Now, we see in Jane Eyre a classic example of gothic literature. We have the elements of the supernatural: when Jane hears Rochester calling her from far away, the supposed appearance of a ghost in Thornfield hall, and even the fact that Rochester thinks Jane is ‘unearthlike.’” The young professor was sitting on his desk, a copy of Jane Eyre in his hand. It was one of his favorite books and he loved teaching it. There was always something new to be explored, some new angle from which to view the book.
He was just about to start in on the other elements of gothic literature when the door flew open and about a dozen people rushed in the door. Professor Gold blinked, glancing around the group.
"What’s all this, then?" he asked. But before anyone gave him a response, the group had started into a production of Twelve Angry Men, except in this case, it looked like Twelve Angry Jurors.
Well, this was certainly a surprise, and not an entirely unpleasant one.
Cora Mills hadn't exactly intended to get involved in the campus guerilla theater group, but her roommate had roped her into it with promises of hot chocolate and a break from the constant studying she did for her political science major. And there was some practical application- these performances weren't just students running around reciting Shakespeare- they were performances meant to incite political change and protest the current injustices of society. As the poor daughter of an alcoholic who'd grown up in a neighborhood of predominantly Hispanic immigrants, that had some appeal to Cora.
Even if she was a terrible actress.
Playing the part of a man, she thought she looked completely ridiculous in false army get up. Her character was a Mexican immigrant (solely because of the fact that she herself spoke Spanish,) forced to enlist in the Vietnam War. She was supposed to come back with shell shock and later kill herself near the end of the performance.
She did it all quite woodenly, attempting to work off her fellow actors but having very little success. It just wasn't something that came naturally to Cora. So as soon as she spoke her last line- "and now, this war has killed me too! Me mataré!"- she scurried 'off-stage' and tried to duck out of sight of the professor who's class she'd interrupted.
"That was the most ridiculous thing I have ever done..." she muttered to herself, pulling off the stupid hat that concealed her hair. "Never again."