18 in 40 days
Region 8 Drama Competitions... god, what a drag. The past two years or so, we've been a mighty fine cast with awesome chemistry. What went wrong?
This year, the discomfort with this piece permeated every word it seemed. Maybe it was because we got a late start. Maybe it was just the fact that we were a small group and we just didn' have the seniors from last year... though now that I think of it, I don' think we had the seniors in last year's competition piece.
Today, we performed / competed. Off the bat, we thought we would have gotten third or fourth place because of Glenburn, Mohall and Towner. Between us four, it was a bit of a tight race I think, though Glenburn was an obvious leader.. In past years, Glenburn has taken First.. a lot, if not continuously for at least three years. But, then again, every piece that they've won with was a very humerous, scream, run around, act a fool, Never anything serious that takes self control and facials. A few years ago, Velva got so fed up with the inability to compete with Glenburn, they dropped out, making the number of schools/teams competing down from 8 to 7. Two years after this, our school took second. See, with 8 teams, our region could send two groups to state, but with only 7, we can only send one. But starting next year, apparently, NDHSAA is going to require each region to send two groups, at least I think, to state.
... I'm not making much sense, and I'm afraid I won't at all today... But I was fine with our result of fourth place today, until Amy got to me, and her mom accidentally added to it. Amy was all upset over Sawyer beating us.. which I admit is pretty bad. They didn' actually do anything. Basically just wandered around complaining about waiting. Some funny parts, but it seemed as if only the two guys were really into it.. and like I told Amy's mom, it's not that they did bad, it's just I feel they could have done better and that I believe we did better. Then you add on what Amy's mom said..
We were talking about someone from Mohall who did an excellent job, despite being an 8th grader, and we got to talking about a guy from our school. We talked about how he couldn' be in the play this year and Amy's mom, who's our director, started talking about how he auditioned and everything.. but he didn' seem to be all there this year.. and that we should be proud because the best at the auditions got the parts.. and this kinda stung me.. because I didn' get a part.. I was marked "understudy" and only got to tag along as "prop person" out of pity 'cause it's my senior year. And this only compounded the depression of getting fourth place out of six groups when I was coming home and asking my mom if I should bother asking for a Letterman's jacket from dad [$205]. And I was trying to explain both halves of my indecision to ask for one. I want one because almost all my friends have one and I feel twinges of jealousy and regret for not having asked for one, 'cause they do look nifty.. but not because how often would I use it? Senior night? first day of college maybe? reunion? decorate the back of the driver's seat of whatever vehical I'm driving? Then I started thinking again... I don' even know where my letter is.. and even if I did.. it was pretty bare lookin'... and then I remembered how this was my senior year... I have yet to have gottin' a pin for drama performance at a competion... doesn' look like I'll ever be student of the month [fourth year, have yet to even be Nominated]... just what have I done with the past four years? I've been so busy trying to develope my social life and myself, that I never stopped to develope my school life... take the four years I was given, buff 'em up and add lots of foil stickers to look back on.. All I got now are a few choral awards... most paper... one trophy thing... and the "knowledge" of having gotten a 1 at state [after getting a star at regionals].
What happens when my memory fades? and all that's left are the material items?
This year, the discomfort with this piece permeated every word it seemed. Maybe it was because we got a late start. Maybe it was just the fact that we were a small group and we just didn' have the seniors from last year... though now that I think of it, I don' think we had the seniors in last year's competition piece.
Today, we performed / competed. Off the bat, we thought we would have gotten third or fourth place because of Glenburn, Mohall and Towner. Between us four, it was a bit of a tight race I think, though Glenburn was an obvious leader.. In past years, Glenburn has taken First.. a lot, if not continuously for at least three years. But, then again, every piece that they've won with was a very humerous, scream, run around, act a fool, Never anything serious that takes self control and facials. A few years ago, Velva got so fed up with the inability to compete with Glenburn, they dropped out, making the number of schools/teams competing down from 8 to 7. Two years after this, our school took second. See, with 8 teams, our region could send two groups to state, but with only 7, we can only send one. But starting next year, apparently, NDHSAA is going to require each region to send two groups, at least I think, to state.
... I'm not making much sense, and I'm afraid I won't at all today... But I was fine with our result of fourth place today, until Amy got to me, and her mom accidentally added to it. Amy was all upset over Sawyer beating us.. which I admit is pretty bad. They didn' actually do anything. Basically just wandered around complaining about waiting. Some funny parts, but it seemed as if only the two guys were really into it.. and like I told Amy's mom, it's not that they did bad, it's just I feel they could have done better and that I believe we did better. Then you add on what Amy's mom said..
We were talking about someone from Mohall who did an excellent job, despite being an 8th grader, and we got to talking about a guy from our school. We talked about how he couldn' be in the play this year and Amy's mom, who's our director, started talking about how he auditioned and everything.. but he didn' seem to be all there this year.. and that we should be proud because the best at the auditions got the parts.. and this kinda stung me.. because I didn' get a part.. I was marked "understudy" and only got to tag along as "prop person" out of pity 'cause it's my senior year. And this only compounded the depression of getting fourth place out of six groups when I was coming home and asking my mom if I should bother asking for a Letterman's jacket from dad [$205]. And I was trying to explain both halves of my indecision to ask for one. I want one because almost all my friends have one and I feel twinges of jealousy and regret for not having asked for one, 'cause they do look nifty.. but not because how often would I use it? Senior night? first day of college maybe? reunion? decorate the back of the driver's seat of whatever vehical I'm driving? Then I started thinking again... I don' even know where my letter is.. and even if I did.. it was pretty bare lookin'... and then I remembered how this was my senior year... I have yet to have gottin' a pin for drama performance at a competion... doesn' look like I'll ever be student of the month [fourth year, have yet to even be Nominated]... just what have I done with the past four years? I've been so busy trying to develope my social life and myself, that I never stopped to develope my school life... take the four years I was given, buff 'em up and add lots of foil stickers to look back on.. All I got now are a few choral awards... most paper... one trophy thing... and the "knowledge" of having gotten a 1 at state [after getting a star at regionals].
What happens when my memory fades? and all that's left are the material items?