Man in mask.

4 hours taming a shrew. Well, reading it. Outloud. Alone. In my office. Rock bottom? Yes. I became so accustomed to the absurdity that I not only read aloud, but started talking to myself. As though in a movie. However in a movie, we, the viewers, feel comfortable with the character addressing himself, the actor knowing the camera is rolling. But when the footage of my soliloquy, caught on hidden camera, reaches the survellaince moniters, two men in uniforms will turn to each other, shake their heads in knowing despair and say "we've lost another one to Spring term."