"It seems to me you waited 'til the time came..."
Also, I'm really into Whistle Down the Wind right now, which we could maybe do at SMA if it weren't so darned religious. I mean, we're more likely to be permitted to do a religious show, but we'd be made fun of for it. It really is a shame, though, because I'm basically born to play Swallow. Basically.
Also, I cannot figure out that stupid math problem solving thing. I went to talk to Ms. Berger and she was no help at all. She was just all, "Well, I gave you a hint, so you should use that." And it's like, well, duh. I've been using the hint, and I think if I were ever going to figure out this stupid problem, I would have done so already.
EDIT: There were some good times today, too, though. Such as Malachi claiming in history that once Ms. Goebel started talking about John Wilkes Booth, she could "hear [my] face", even from her place in the back of the room. I'm flattered, truly.
Further good times:
Shannon: Okay, now do the scene without words, just saying 'apples' or 'oranges.'
Me: Apples... apples apples.
Cecily: Well, where did you leave it?
Me:...
Cecily's a cool kid, guys. And we're very awesome partners in performance theater because it is not Meisner. Otherwise I would drag the both of us down to flailing, floundering levels of poor, poor acting. Fortunately, that is not the case.
Also, I cannot figure out that stupid math problem solving thing. I went to talk to Ms. Berger and she was no help at all. She was just all, "Well, I gave you a hint, so you should use that." And it's like, well, duh. I've been using the hint, and I think if I were ever going to figure out this stupid problem, I would have done so already.
EDIT: There were some good times today, too, though. Such as Malachi claiming in history that once Ms. Goebel started talking about John Wilkes Booth, she could "hear [my] face", even from her place in the back of the room. I'm flattered, truly.
Further good times:
Shannon: Okay, now do the scene without words, just saying 'apples' or 'oranges.'
Me: Apples... apples apples.
Cecily: Well, where did you leave it?
Me:...
Cecily's a cool kid, guys. And we're very awesome partners in performance theater because it is not Meisner. Otherwise I would drag the both of us down to flailing, floundering levels of poor, poor acting. Fortunately, that is not the case.