No one clapped,
but that was the point.
No one understood,
which was disappointing,
but who cares? We made them talk. We made them think. Then Mrs. Stone made us write essays on how it could have been a better performance--but we all wrote it was as good as it gets and just because it doesn't fit her ideals of what love is doesn't mean it can't be an accurate representation. After all, she said "your interpretation" in the sheet--what if we were representing four girls who had just got their hearts broken? Fuck you, drama class. Today he sat on my lap and Mrs. Burnette got flustered. It was kind of funny, since Laurie sits in my lap all the time and no one cares. Guess it's different when it's a guy, eh? I don't know, but I believe in yesterday and what it means to bleed and know that you're okay. I LOVE OUR LADY PEACE!!! GHP interview Oct. 27th at Fayette County High at 5:30. Im so going to make it. (blatant lying) Are you waiting?