As predicted, the dressing room was a mess on Monday after closing night. No surprise there, because what dressing room is ever clean after a big group of girls spend two plus weeks changing clothes, doing makeup and hair, and killing time before shows by having epic Christmas sing-a-longs?

Since the theatre teacher's Intro to Theatre classes were putting on performances of Peter Pan during school for their final grades on Tuesday and would need the dressing rooms, I cleaned up the girls' for them, making sure that there was a chair and area for every girl in the class. The boy costumer did not clean up for the Intro classes.

Oh, what a mistake that was.

Of course, both dressing rooms ended up becoming a mess again, but it only took me and some recruits that I was given command of 15 minutes to clean up the girls'. Meanwhile, the boy costumer and his volunteers worked on just the floors for over an hour and still didn't finish cleaning the entire room by the end of the day. My helpers and I proceeded to spend the rest of our time playing Uno. Things got intense.

The next day while the boy costumer and his friends continued to slave over the boys' dressing room, I decided to take on a project that I had wanted to do ever since seeing the girls' dressing room for the first time. With some help from my friends, I emptied the huge rack where every single woman's costume is kept and reorganized it by color and pattern, taking inventory of every costume piece as we went along. It took us two days, but it was so so worth it. We found a bunch of hoop skirts buried under the trains of heavy dresses and fixed some broken parts of them. We also discovered a mysterious bookshelf filled with shoes, wigs, props, and accessories under the rack. Where did it come from? Why is it there? Why wasn't anyone aware of its existence? No one knows, and perhaps no one ever will.