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i just had my very first play rehersal for st. joe's "footloose."
so mary drove me, and we pulled up to the school and i got out of the car and then i stuck my head back in. i told her to take me with her. she told me everything would be fine so i walked in.
we sang the whole time, musically directed by my Civics teacher Mrs. Lessard who is also the director of the whole play. she cannot play piano and cannot sing so this did NOT help me at all.
this school is so poor. i didn't come last time beacause i forgot the time. there isn't even a website to check the times. the times are made up weekly by this "mrs. lessard" and they are posted outside of her classroom.
we started off by being REALLY yelled at by mrs. lessard who told everyone they were talking too much in the lobby and that the dance teacher couldn't hear the music to teach the other cast members some dance. i felt really stupid. ofcourse i didn't need to hear this because i was not talking. why was i not talking? why, no other reason but because nobody was talking to me.
i felt completely alone the whole practice and counted down the minutes until 8:30. after our talk after practice i went outside and found my moms car. when i got in it was about a hundred degrees and my mom was blaring "Yesterday" from the beatles CD i burnt her february vacation. my mom turned it down and said,
"please don't tell me you hate it. that would tramutize me."
"i hate it"
"please don't be sad. paul (McCartney) and i really don't want you to be sad."
i started to cry and i explained how i much rather do theater with people i love.
she asked,
"there has to be SOME people who are automatically nice theater people."
"...no"
"what about...are there any fun milos?"
"theres only one milo. hes at joel barlow."
"its just SCHOOL! its not like i'm taking you away from all your friends!"
"are you kidding? i miss everyone so much. i see the same people every day and get so sad that i could be seeing people every day who know me and like me."
"well...im not goanna go into this. you have a great life."
"whatever"
i'm so bummed.
you have no idea how much everything at st. joes reminds me of someone from barlow.
i'm goanna start praying every night that my parents let me come back to barlow, maybe jesus still likes me! :(
so mary drove me, and we pulled up to the school and i got out of the car and then i stuck my head back in. i told her to take me with her. she told me everything would be fine so i walked in.
we sang the whole time, musically directed by my Civics teacher Mrs. Lessard who is also the director of the whole play. she cannot play piano and cannot sing so this did NOT help me at all.
this school is so poor. i didn't come last time beacause i forgot the time. there isn't even a website to check the times. the times are made up weekly by this "mrs. lessard" and they are posted outside of her classroom.
we started off by being REALLY yelled at by mrs. lessard who told everyone they were talking too much in the lobby and that the dance teacher couldn't hear the music to teach the other cast members some dance. i felt really stupid. ofcourse i didn't need to hear this because i was not talking. why was i not talking? why, no other reason but because nobody was talking to me.
i felt completely alone the whole practice and counted down the minutes until 8:30. after our talk after practice i went outside and found my moms car. when i got in it was about a hundred degrees and my mom was blaring "Yesterday" from the beatles CD i burnt her february vacation. my mom turned it down and said,
"please don't tell me you hate it. that would tramutize me."
"i hate it"
"please don't be sad. paul (McCartney) and i really don't want you to be sad."
i started to cry and i explained how i much rather do theater with people i love.
she asked,
"there has to be SOME people who are automatically nice theater people."
"...no"
"what about...are there any fun milos?"
"theres only one milo. hes at joel barlow."
"its just SCHOOL! its not like i'm taking you away from all your friends!"
"are you kidding? i miss everyone so much. i see the same people every day and get so sad that i could be seeing people every day who know me and like me."
"well...im not goanna go into this. you have a great life."
"whatever"
i'm so bummed.
you have no idea how much everything at st. joes reminds me of someone from barlow.
i'm goanna start praying every night that my parents let me come back to barlow, maybe jesus still likes me! :(