Now we (Sarah and I among others) were in Ramazani’s class and we were supposed to watch this movie. I had left my notes at home, but I sat by Sarah and said, “Psst, hey you were in this movie, what am I supposed to say about it?”
But at the same time that we were in class discussing the movie, we were in a dungeon where Sarah was Joan of Arc and was being tried for her crimes. She sat in an Eames office chair as if she were at a spelling bee or interview. The prosecution was divided into three groups, and I was among those called the Judges and Scholars. The moderator of the interview asked who would play the young king of the Scholars and Judges, and I did not volunteer, but the girl next to me did. She was passed over for an elderly man who volunteered, because she was a girl and girls can’t be kings.
After he was chosen as the representative, the king read a predetermined question off a sheet of paper given to him by the moderator. The question had to do with Chincoteague, which he mispronounced. I whispered to the girl next to me, who had volunteered to be king, that if they had let a girl be king she would never have mispronounced Chincoteague because every girl read Misty of Chincoteague when she was little.