Sylvia: So, tell me how your play's going.

Jay: Oh, it's done. I finished it! Well, the first draft, anyway.

Sylvia: Hey, that's great! What's next?

Jay: Second draft. 8-)

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Dr. Schlessinger: Tell me about Sylvia.

Jay: Well, let's see... Sylvia is from Mexico by way of Los Angeles. When you see TV dramas about people who live in L.A., Sylvia's like that: she's outspoken and vivacious, she gets around like things don't stick to her, and next week will be a whole new adventure. She was approached by the Rose Bowl Parade Or Something people in California to be one of their Rose Princesses or whatever they have, but they wanted her to be "more Mexican" and she turned them down. She strikes me as someone who doesn't need the ego-stroking. She's the president of Columbia's Chicana Causus, although I'm not sure what that is, and she does all this volunteer non-profit work — stuff for immigrants, I think, probably other stuff too — and she knows all these Columbia bigwigs. She's a lot less disenfranchised than I am. She's the type of person I never thought I'd be friends with.

Dr. Schlessinger: Why not?

Jay: Well, cause I'm a loser. And she's popular. There's probably a lesson somewhere in there about not judging people, but I don't think I'm going to learn it.