Worst of a Bad Lot

Today sucked. Period. In fact, it was the worst day this week; and with the lung collapse and all, I think that's saying a lot.

To start off with, I had Intro to Theatre today. One of my least favorite classes; it's boring and tedious. Plus it's a little stressful right now because I have to do a oral presentation in a week, and I HATE those with a passion.

Oh, and I almost fell asleep in that class again. It's becoming my official Crash Class. While that might be okay if it were held in a big lecture room, it's NOT okay when you're in a studio with only 30 other people. The prof caught me nodding off last class.


Next I had Stagecraft, where I had to explain to my profs Robyn and Daniel about why I missed school Friday, why I was in the hospital, and why I wasn't supposed to work in the shop today. (I don't have the proper air filter mask yet.)

Everyone in the class seemed to respond to the news with varying degrees of seriousness. Some people acted as if keeping me from even setting foot in the shop were a life or death situation, while others - particularly Daniel - didn't think it was any big deal. Once or twice, Robyn would tell me NOT to do something she thought was a risk - and Daniel would only turn around and order me to do it and stop "standing there doing nothing."

I can't stand this. I can't stand it when people think I'm malingering, or lazy. If I didn't totally disregard astrology, I think I'd have walked around with a sign today: "People, I'm a VIRGO! Do you think I ENJOY doing nothing?" Hell, for the last stage flat Meghan and I made, I organized everything, I cut all the wood, and I did most of the measuring and nailing. I'm not a lazy bum, and I don't look for excuses not to work.

( And finally, my parents are at it even from a distance )

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Oh, and this is going to have to be What I Think of You Week. Or Month.

I'm supposed to be doing research now, aah!