Sooooo.... guess what show my high school is doing in the spring...

Friggen Spamalot!

Guess who gets to be one of the people who hides the grail....

The one, the only.... Wolf_vos_Normandy!

Why did this make me happy?

Oh yes... I'm suffering through the middle school play. They're doing The Little Princes. And our director is the equivalent of Miss. Minchin.

Do you not fucking trust us?

Our chief crew member has an internship at one of our biggest local theaters, and that's why she's no always here, but she knows what she's talking about.

I've done crew long enough to take charge when I need to, and I can move transition to the garden scene in less that two shakes of a lambs tail. Try half a shake.

Who do you trust? The goddamned pyromaniac middle schooler.

We have one other girl, and her, the pyromaniac and I can move that set when it's just the three of us faster that you can say "Where's my little princess".

But no. The second one of us isn't there and we have the girl with the internship learning that stage, "It needs to go faster."

Bitch... we have done that change so goddamn fast before. You do understand that when we're short people, it takes longer.

So she assigns to actors to help us. We have this fire place we have to move and she gives us two girls, who are human twigs. Hoooooo boooooyyyyyy......

I explain how to lift it to them, because it's heavy and partially broken and make sure they can handle it. They both say sure... I don't think they can. A for effort though.

Then everyone has one job per scene. What? Have we not done multiple jobs and been fine? Oh it stresses you?

Have you tried working with yourself? That's stressful.

Then genius wanted the pyromaniac to drill holes into the stage wall. Do you know how bad of an idea that it is? There's another way to hang this whatever of yours up.

Then there was the platform incident. I didn't think I could hate this woman more than I already did... but by god it's possible.

We have this raised on stage that acts as the attic. The director put it together and there's this huge gap that someone was bound to fall through. And someone did.

A small little munchkin with asthma.

Imagine the strange is black and the auditorium lights are off. You're backstage then you hear screaming... why do you do?

  I Didn't register what was going on at first. So after a few moments I walk out and see this girl across the Stage freaking out. You know, screaming and crying.

Once again I take a few moments to register then dart across the stage.

I start pulling apart the set up to help get her out and that bitch fucking director turns to me, "Don't pull that apart, it's connected!"

I don't need to be thanked and given a ribbon then have people start singing, "Oh She's a Jolly Good Fellow", But I certainly didn't deserve being yelled at for making sure one of your students was okay.

I probably should have moved the risers though... but split second thinking is not my forte.

Anywho. Music Theory is the best class ever.

Our new superintendent is the youngest brother of our band teacher, and one Friday he bought us theory kids pizza.

I walk into the band room, and there's Super J, jamming away on one of the drum sets.

What an improvement. I'm 90% sure our last one locked himself away in a child proof room, cowering in fear thinking, "Oh those nasty high schoolers are gonna get me!"

Here's my Crowley cat. He doesn't know how windows work.

Sorry for complaining...

Also... I got my passport. Our school is planning a trip with a company called Education First. On this trip we get science credits and we get to look at stuff and learn about geography and such.

Soo....

I'm going to Iceland this spring! Yay!

Now pardon me, my cat thinks it's alone and t now crying... I must comfort him.