Group Projects Suck
I took the last Exams I ever have to take in my High School Career. (Excluding the AP Exams, of course.) I'm ecstatic. Exams suck. So happy, in fact, that I'm only going to talk about one. (No school tomorrow, yay!)
Remember how I wrote that I was going to be performing part of Abbot & Costello's Lion Hunting sketch for my Drama 4 Midterm exam?
Well guess what. I ended up performing part of Abbot & Costello's Lion Hunting sketch.
My partner, she promised me that she would know all her lines. She said, "Don't worry, I'm good at memorizing lines." And continued to assure me that I shouldn't worry that she hadn't been around to go over the script- because its a radio script and there isn't any blocking required.
I kinda believed her.
I found her in the cafeteria on Friday, during lunch right before our exam. She told me she knew only about two pages (of an 8 page script!) and she thought that it would be enough. I knew it wasn't going to be, our exam had to be 2-3 minutes long. She would have to know at least double what she did for us to reach the time minimum.
"Well, we just have to pace ourselves really well."
Its a COMEDY! Its Abbot & Costello! Its supposed to be fast paced and witty! There was no conceivable way that we could draw it out without totally killing the comedic effect and failing anyway. I knew at that moment that I was doomed. So, I left. What could I do? Leap across the lunch table in an explosion of cat-like fury?
No. I walked it out.
After lunch, in the Black Box we sat and waited our turn to complete our exam. (There were some really brilliant ones, especially the dramatic scenes. I'm going to miss these people when I graduate.) Not only did we figure out that another group had also done the Lion Hunting sketch, albeit a different segment (They did it better, we didn't have a prayer)- I also found out when we got up there that my partner knew about 4 lines. And the lines she didn't know, she said them incorrectly so they fumbled the entire joke and didn't allow me to deliver the punch line.
I was not pleased in any way. I knew my lines front, back and side to side. She totally ruined not only the comedy of the piece, but the entire exam. Some of my classmates said it was a clearly one sided performance and that it was really clear that I really knew my part. Hopefully my teacher will see this and give me a good grade.
But if I don't get a good grade, my partner is not going to enjoy my wrath. I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. It was painful to stand there while she fumbled with her lines. Afterward, she attempted to apologize by whispering: "I'm sorry! I love you!" over and over, but that doesn't cut it. I'm furious.
A Conversation I Had With Russ:
Russ: Forgive and forget.
Shattered: I'm not so good at that lol
Russ: Here is a good chance to practice
Shattered: I suppose
There is something seriously wrong with Russ telling me to be the better person. What is my world coming to?
P.S.
I guess I'll try.
P.S.S.
A couple snow flurries after school today. Its freezing. 28 right now.
edit: I totally forgot to mention that Russ and I made up on Friday. I got carried away in my angry reminiscing.
Remember how I wrote that I was going to be performing part of Abbot & Costello's Lion Hunting sketch for my Drama 4 Midterm exam?
Well guess what. I ended up performing part of Abbot & Costello's Lion Hunting sketch.
My partner, she promised me that she would know all her lines. She said, "Don't worry, I'm good at memorizing lines." And continued to assure me that I shouldn't worry that she hadn't been around to go over the script- because its a radio script and there isn't any blocking required.
I kinda believed her.
I found her in the cafeteria on Friday, during lunch right before our exam. She told me she knew only about two pages (of an 8 page script!) and she thought that it would be enough. I knew it wasn't going to be, our exam had to be 2-3 minutes long. She would have to know at least double what she did for us to reach the time minimum.
"Well, we just have to pace ourselves really well."
Its a COMEDY! Its Abbot & Costello! Its supposed to be fast paced and witty! There was no conceivable way that we could draw it out without totally killing the comedic effect and failing anyway. I knew at that moment that I was doomed. So, I left. What could I do? Leap across the lunch table in an explosion of cat-like fury?
No. I walked it out.
After lunch, in the Black Box we sat and waited our turn to complete our exam. (There were some really brilliant ones, especially the dramatic scenes. I'm going to miss these people when I graduate.) Not only did we figure out that another group had also done the Lion Hunting sketch, albeit a different segment (They did it better, we didn't have a prayer)- I also found out when we got up there that my partner knew about 4 lines. And the lines she didn't know, she said them incorrectly so they fumbled the entire joke and didn't allow me to deliver the punch line.
I was not pleased in any way. I knew my lines front, back and side to side. She totally ruined not only the comedy of the piece, but the entire exam. Some of my classmates said it was a clearly one sided performance and that it was really clear that I really knew my part. Hopefully my teacher will see this and give me a good grade.
But if I don't get a good grade, my partner is not going to enjoy my wrath. I have never been so embarrassed in all my life. It was painful to stand there while she fumbled with her lines. Afterward, she attempted to apologize by whispering: "I'm sorry! I love you!" over and over, but that doesn't cut it. I'm furious.
A Conversation I Had With Russ:
Russ: Forgive and forget.
Shattered: I'm not so good at that lol
Russ: Here is a good chance to practice
Shattered: I suppose
There is something seriously wrong with Russ telling me to be the better person. What is my world coming to?
P.S.
I guess I'll try.
P.S.S.
A couple snow flurries after school today. Its freezing. 28 right now.
edit: I totally forgot to mention that Russ and I made up on Friday. I got carried away in my angry reminiscing.