Note: As one of my astute fans realized, this is a scene out of the original play and not musical. I did not count on most of my readers to notice this and so I did not keep the original professors' names (Flykiller, etc.) as I thought most of you would find this childish, not realizing the teachers in The Tragedy of Spring's Awakening caricatures of themselves.
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"It's an outbreak," says the Professor Krause. "An epidemic. A disease." He shakes his head, displeased with his verdict.
"That's nonsense," announces Fraulein Schulze. "The boy was troubled in the head. He was unintelligent. You may ask his teachers, of whom he was not fond."
She taps the blackboard with a stick.
"It won't happen again. I promise you. It's thoroughly uncontagious, a private illness."
Krause emits a heavy sighs and snaps his briefcase shut with a click.
"The institution will be cast in a negative light, my dear Edelgard. We must take some preventative steps against backlash. We must be seen to dosomething."
A black fly flutters in through the window, dancing above the nearly empty classroom, casting a speck of shadow against the floor.
Fraulein Schulze says "Then the cause must be found. Found and eliminated as quickly as possible."
"Close the window, Stefan," Professor Neumann pipes up from the corner.
"But it's warm in here! The window must remain open," Schulze says hotly.
The fly crawls across a desk, leaving miniscule footprints in the dust. Professor Krause wipes his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Insects will blow in, Ms. Schulze."
"Call me Edelgard."
"There is already a fly. Am I not right?"
"Ulrich, let's try to stay on topic. The child has planted a seemingly fashionable idea in the minds of his peers. We must remove that idea," Krause interjects.
"It is a tiny fly and I am sweating. Leave it open. Besides, it's a nuisance to shut, what with the latch."
Krause cuts in "The latch was fixed last Wednesday."
"And still it doesn't work."
"Be quiet! I will close it myself!" spits out Neumann. He strides off to the back of the room, sunlight sending patterns down his suit.
"It's the fault of Melchior Gabor. He's always been a problem child. Head full of nonsensical ideas and silly proposals," blames Fraulein Schulze. "Why, he hasn't attended church in three Sundays!"
"And keep it closed. I have a lock here, it should fit through the latch," Krause offers.
"But surely the fault is not only his. Punishment should be spread to all those who have provoked the suicide. Am I not right, Stefan?" Neumann tugs on the obstinate window pane. His face turns read, his muscles tighten and he pulls it down with an angry thud.
"No," says Schulze. "If he is the sole perpetrator of the crime, then ridding us of him would rid us of the sole problem."
Krause strokes his mustache. "That is true, Edelgard. And the school board will want definitive action.
Neumann heaves out a breath and clicks the lock on the brittle wooden latch. A chip of white paint scrapes off and lands on his pristine jacket.
"We could speak to his parents. Suspend him, perhaps, if the principal sees fit."
"That won't be enough, "disagrees Krause. "You know the superintendent. And we don't want any jobs in danger."
"Certainly not," huffs Neumann. "This is a one time issue. We can't be losing sleep over Moritz Stiefel's stupidity."
"Well, I say get rid of Gabor and you've killed two birds with one stone. The child himself and the harm he causes to others."
Neumann brushes the paint chip off his suit brusquely.
"It's simple then," Krause announces. "Expel him."
The teachers smile self indulgently. "Yes, I think so.