Feigns Shock

I have just come home from the dress rehearsal from Panto.

I just don't care any more.

I have realised a great many things throughout this "journey". I now know who my real friends are. I also know that a lot of the people in my year are lazy and so self absorbed that they can't even come a single rehearsal.

Even though I begged.

I've also realised that there are a certain few people in the year who I am going to kill so hard.

I wish I was more violent. And confrontational. But I almost managed to keep my cool today. I was alright till the end. And then I carried the head of the pantomime cow (which I paid a deposit of £100 for, and how much of a thank you do I get?) up to the rostra on the stage, and tried to stop myself going spaz on those who were refusing to cooperate. It worked. Just.

The teachers are good. They are mostly fabness in a bucket. And we have about a third of the year who are trying really hard. And that's good. I am more grateful than a fireplace. To be homest though, I'd had my suspicions about the selflessness of the rest of the year anyway. I just wasn't expecting to have it confoirmed (say it like a Chicago mafia type).

And yet still - somehow - I have faith that it will be a good panto. Not the best maybe. Quite different the the usual type of panto, but I think it will be okay.

The cow is called Wesley.