Just to Prove That He Was Sorry
Well, I got a swift kick in the butt today.
It started off great as I met Maggie, Romana, and Dan for breakfast where I had a tasty strawberry waffle and laughed at Romana as she indulged on her Sierra Mist at 7:45 in the morning.
School was school, nothing special, it hasn't been for a while, except for the Special Olympics, which was both beautiful and depressing at the same time.
I went to play practice, and basically no one shows up and everyone else wants to leave for 45 minutes. I don't want to be a jerk, so I let them, and I stay alone listening to really bad rap and bad singers as I paint the set.
Everyone comes back, and we start working, and all they do is talk about me behind my back, led by Sam Roberts, about how horrible of a director / person I am. Then they eat my Doritos from my backpack. Then they whine about not getting CDs. Then I told them they were acting like deuches, and needed to grow up. Sam proceeded to "quit" in the drama queen matter he so enjoys, then goes off on how disorganized I am, and how the plays failure is all my fault, I don't listen to anyone, and I'm never at practice.
I tried defending myself by saying I didn't need to explain my actions to them, I don't need to make them schedules, as actors they shouldn't have to be told how to do everything, it's not my job to listen to them, if they would spend less time talking behind my back we could get more done (I want to add that Sam railed me for not being at practices after having left for 45 minutes for no reason. He is also the kid who complains about not getting anything done, but spent a good 30 minutes of our time throwing balls of tape at me, and when I called him out on it denied everything until I forced his hand open, revealing another tape ball).
It was awkward though having Mrs. Keene defend me as I said I was doing the best I could and they couldn't expect me to deliver the world to them (they said that was my job) and that I've always asked people to be direct with me and about the whole talking and disrespect thing. They continued to argue I was a bully, and I was still being too harsh on Jason (our lead), saying I was staking out his role. I obviously don't want his role, because if I did I would have dropped him a long time ago.
I came home, made schedules, prop lists, and I'm burning them all CDs in the morning just because I have to work and go to college all this weekend.
The worst part is, on my way home, I cried, thinking I couldn't give any more of myself to everyone else. I've stretched myself too thin, and I need to use college to start over, making myself happy alongside others.
One thing is for sure though. Drama queens make life unbearable.
It started off great as I met Maggie, Romana, and Dan for breakfast where I had a tasty strawberry waffle and laughed at Romana as she indulged on her Sierra Mist at 7:45 in the morning.
School was school, nothing special, it hasn't been for a while, except for the Special Olympics, which was both beautiful and depressing at the same time.
I went to play practice, and basically no one shows up and everyone else wants to leave for 45 minutes. I don't want to be a jerk, so I let them, and I stay alone listening to really bad rap and bad singers as I paint the set.
Everyone comes back, and we start working, and all they do is talk about me behind my back, led by Sam Roberts, about how horrible of a director / person I am. Then they eat my Doritos from my backpack. Then they whine about not getting CDs. Then I told them they were acting like deuches, and needed to grow up. Sam proceeded to "quit" in the drama queen matter he so enjoys, then goes off on how disorganized I am, and how the plays failure is all my fault, I don't listen to anyone, and I'm never at practice.
I tried defending myself by saying I didn't need to explain my actions to them, I don't need to make them schedules, as actors they shouldn't have to be told how to do everything, it's not my job to listen to them, if they would spend less time talking behind my back we could get more done (I want to add that Sam railed me for not being at practices after having left for 45 minutes for no reason. He is also the kid who complains about not getting anything done, but spent a good 30 minutes of our time throwing balls of tape at me, and when I called him out on it denied everything until I forced his hand open, revealing another tape ball).
It was awkward though having Mrs. Keene defend me as I said I was doing the best I could and they couldn't expect me to deliver the world to them (they said that was my job) and that I've always asked people to be direct with me and about the whole talking and disrespect thing. They continued to argue I was a bully, and I was still being too harsh on Jason (our lead), saying I was staking out his role. I obviously don't want his role, because if I did I would have dropped him a long time ago.
I came home, made schedules, prop lists, and I'm burning them all CDs in the morning just because I have to work and go to college all this weekend.
The worst part is, on my way home, I cried, thinking I couldn't give any more of myself to everyone else. I've stretched myself too thin, and I need to use college to start over, making myself happy alongside others.
One thing is for sure though. Drama queens make life unbearable.