I slept in until 11 AM. I had a big breakfast or brunch? Before going to school. I knew I probably was not going to have a break. I made sure to drink and bring some water too.
I drank a bunch of cola before leaving to go to class. I needed to be awake and perky.
The bus was late, but I got there just in time. I got to the performance area before my class did. But I met up with them there so it was ok.
Somebody was complaining that they paid $2 for a small bag of fruit snacks. That’s why I buy my snacks at the dollar store “for cheap”. Ok sometimes I get them from the supermarket too. I remember when I first came to school there the health teacher complained that they sold individual bananas for $2, and that was like 10 years ago.
I brought my performing shoes. I noticed they got a little tight. I’m not sure if my feet are getting fatter or if it was the combination of thick socks and insoles in the shoes. (I’ll go with thick socks and insoles)
The only reason I really like those shoes is because they are way more flexible than my Converse shoes. I find the front part of the shoe make them to rigid to do some things in.
They are fine for normal stuff like walking to the bus stop and things like that. I also noticed that they are looking a bit worse for wear. I should get a new pair. They are over 10 years old. When I bought them Cena was a tweener so you know how long that has been.
I kept going back and forth to go through my backpack for different things; snacks, writing utensil, and a hair tie for somebody else. People would come by and throw their things into the room. The teacher’s stuff was in there and somebody threw their stuff in there and knocked his stuff over. So I picked it up. I manged to find the take home final by accident. It was there so I read it. The directions were confusing, but I was not going to bring it up to him because then he would know I read it.
The communications department head came to watch our show. There were a lot less people that came than I thought would.
I blame part of it on my participation in nano. Not that I would admit that to my teacher and say something like. “I didn’t study my script for most of last week because I was attempting to write over 30,000 words for nanowrimo.” It just sounds strange, and he is not easily swayed by statements like that.
I honestly thought it was going to be a train wreck of a show since most of the shows I have been were. Provided all of those were before I became a high school freshman. So it’s been at least 20 years or so. But there was always something majorly wrong with those shows like more than half the people don’t show up or some people get in a fight or something. The best part was that I got out of my head and performed competently. I wouldn’t say I conquered it, but I improved. Baby steps people. I don’t care. I’m proud of myself for such an improvement.
After the show was over all the people who wanted extra credit could get a performer’s autograph on some slip that was passed out before the show. I signed them quickly. This seems to be one of the few times practicing my autograph in my room when I was a 4th grader came in handy. Ok I only signed 4 but still 4 is better than nothing. ^-^ (I should not let this get to my head)
When the performance was over and everybody left I noticed it was only 35 minutes long. I asked if we had rushed through it. Only because I have a tendency to rush through a performance. I get so nervous it just has to come out of my mouth. He said no. So I was like “Ok?”. He kept saying that I was concerned about time. Not really on purpose it’s just because I don’t drive; yet. And I really wanted to get out early a little bit.
After all of that they
The teacher told us about what the assignment was about. We would have to write an essay about
We would have to write about yourself and 3 other people. The other assignment was to do a piece that another person performed and perform it for the final. Another performance? Nah! I’ll take the essay. I figured if I could string together coherent or semi-coherent sentences together to write blog entries about class I could write an essay. And I did spend last month writing 32,000 words so 1000 would be easy. I was just a little upset nobody wanted to use the material I used. Oh well. I was feeling confident, but not that confident enough to do another performance for my final.
After I thought about it this assignment reminded me of one for my creative writing class. You know that one with that ditzy old teacher who wore purple boots. Anyway for our final assignment of her class she told that we could either rewrite the first story we wrote from another perspective or write poetry. At first I tried to rewrite my story, but it just didn’t work in 3rd person. I had originally written it in 1st person. So I just threw together some crappy poems because she was so out of it anyway would she really notice?