Drama

I haven't posted in a million years. I feel like I've been writing on my blog for my own personal memmories, not really for anyone to read. I mean, obviously other people will read them, but I wrtie them for myself to remember things. Like farm school.
Anyway, today I shall talk about 2 things.
1: Fiddler on the Roof. Our shows were Wednesday and Thurday. I don't think I've ever worked that hard on a play. Rehearsals every day until 5:00 were exsausting. It was a tiny production. More sixth graders than seventh graders (what... but it was the 7/8 grade play! I know right). People would always say "UGH WHEN IS THIS OVER I WANNA GO HOOOMMEEEE" but I think deep down we all actually cared about the play. And each other. You can't spend (at least) three hours with someone every day for like two weeks and not grow to like them a little bit. I discovered that some of the eigth graders are actually really funny/nice.
I thought the play actually went pretty well, exept everyone kept saying I looked like Mme K afterwards :(
Oh yeah, and out director is super cool. She got annoying at times but in the end it payed off, she's so hard-core.
2: Drama elective. Ugh. I just kinda want it to be over. On the bright side, the teacher is really cool. On the unbright side, she's leaving and Mrs J is comming back after Christmas break. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she's well enough to teach again, but Ms O is so fun! Drama elective went from fun, un-fun, even more un fun, really fun, to kind of fun kind of not fun in five easy steps.
Step 1: Skits. We had these cool skits about real teens with real teen problems like relashionships and skipping school and what not. They seemed pretty cool, and I was excited to do them.
Step 2: Paper cranes. Our skits were REJECTED (what the heck?) so we did this play about paper cranes instead. People die at the end. How is that less dark than what we had before? Ugh.
Step 3: We had this weird play skit thingie what ever about Anne Frank. I've read Anne Frank's diary and I thought it was amazing, but a play about it? Whaaaaatttt? And I guess it would have been interesting if it was an important moment in her life, not an irelavent-ass story about how she stole Peter's shoes and spilled milk on some ladie's coat WHICH PROBABLY DIDN'T EVEN HAPPEN ANYWAY. To top it all off we had this horrible sub who knew nothing and picked parts about of a hat. Ew.
Step 4: Mrs O. Our new sub who was realllllyyyyyy fun! She played all these games with us and booooyyyy DID WE GET OUT SILLY ON! "CHE CHE COOLAY! CHE CHE COFINSA! COFINSA LALA! AYAY KI ALA! COOM A DEN DE!" She said we were her favorite class of the day. Aww :)
Step 5: Alice in wonderland. Great play. Great movie. I didn't really like the book, but... why not; Great book. The thing is: I don't really wanna do it for the second time. It was the 5/6 grade play last year! And she made the Cheshire cat's part all weird by making us each say one small part of the sentence (us = me Maya J and Liana). Plus, at this point I don't think she cares how badly we act (like, on stage not bad behavior) anymore. To put it simply, some of the people read their lines rediculously.... bad. And she doesn't really say anything. Not trying to be rude, just truthfull.
I'm sad that Mrs O is leaving though. I WANT HER FOR EVAAARRR!!! I wonder what it'll be like with Mrs J.... My expectations are not very high. Just saying.