Screech Tells All

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Truth be told, Lisa did feel a tinge of satisfaction in helping others despite herself, but even that faded when the days were so beautiful and beckoning, and she was left to play unwilling Saint doing all the grunt jobs that anyone in their right mind would run from. Sure, she did at least win the admiration of her friends, especially the socially conscious Jessie Spano, but even she knew better than to stay holed up in a hospital tending to the unfortunates, when she could be out frolicking on the beach instead. Lisa’s chief complaint was that she just really wanted to spend her leisure time in pursuit of her own enjoyment. She eased her guilt by assuring herself that it was unnatural to be so absorbed with the plight of others at this stage in her life; she would have plenty of time for that later.

The nagging thought of her friends enjoying carefree hours without her persisted, and Lisa went about her work with an air of boredom and monotony. Mrs. Raleigh, the head nurse on the 4^th floor where Lisa was assigned, could not help but notice that Lisa was especially regretful about showing up for her shift that day. She gave Lisa an approving smile and said, “I also wish I were somewhere else right now.” Lisa appreciated that she was not alone in her discontent.

“Even that stickler for rules, Mrs. Raleigh is human enough to want out of here,” Lisa mused. No longer feeling so put upon, she resolved to finish up her shift and forget about that not so fleeting thought of devising any type of plan to escape from Compassion’s Hell, her pet name for her volunteering job. Mrs. Raleigh’s comment made Lisa smile to herself. They didn’t ordinarily see things eye to eye. Lisa generally found her to be very strict and overbearing. She seemed all business at all times; it was very seldom that she uttered a word that didn’t have to do with the next task waiting to be done.

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