I'm Out

So....I am now out of my dorm room. I never have to live there again.....until September that is. I am sleeping with my aunt and uncle tonight. Then tomorrow we are driving to Otterbein and I'm taking my final, while they play with friends until I'm done. I can't wait for my final to be over! It is theory....boo. I'm sure I'll be fine, but I'd rather it be done with now. Eh, oh well. After my final, we're high-tailing it to the airport so I can leave Ohio at 3:00pm. What a busy day it'll be....until I fly of course. Once in the air, I have a long time to wait. However, I'm getting home sooner than I thought. Instead of 8:45ish, I'm now getting home at 6:45! Yay! I'll be home in time for So You Think You Can Dance! Woohoo!

Overall, this year has been fun. I know I've complained a lot, but it has definitely been good for me. I am really looking forward to next year. My friend Ashley from Fiddler will only be 15 minutes away (yay for moving!), I have new friends to hang out with....thanks to Fiddler and of course school...and I have some fun classes to look forward to (yay horseback riding and rock climbing!). I was also informed that I can go SCUBA diving with my instructor in the fall. That'll be exciting! I guess tiny jellyfish find their way into the place where we dove. Supposedly they are really cool to look at...so yeah, I'm excited!

Speaking of SCUBA....I'm an official diver now! I took my open water test and now I just have to wait for the card! Yay! It was quite interesting taking the test though. I wore a dry suit (or maybe it was a wet suit....I don't remember) and it was very, VERY hard to get on. First off, it was a man's suit, so it didn't fit right anyway. Secondly, I put it on backwards to begin with. The only reason I didn't keep it on backwards is because a nice stranger told me it was on backwards. So I took it off and put it on correctly...though by this time I had 2 blisters on my fingers and I was sweating...so it was even harder to put on. Once it was on, I felt like the little brother in A Christmas Story....you know, the one that is bundled up so much that he can't move. Yep. That was me. I was basically helpless on land. Once I was in the water, the suit was more forgiving. However, the suit also cut off the circulation in my hands...so it was even harder to do things. But I survived....obviously. Now I can go SCUBA diving out in the big blue!

I am sooo excited to be home. It'll be really nice having a 3 month break. Nothing to do but relax....

Lots of Love.

A High School Version of Rent?

This is a copy of an internet community theatre blog that my friend Brooke found on-line and it made me laugh. I think this might just be an example of going to far.
Here is the reprint:
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After the success of Les Mis: Schools Edition, and all of the Broadway Junior Musical versions, ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />MTI is looking at releasing Rent: Schools Edition. A workshopping of the schools edition happened just a few weeks ago, and if MTI does decide to publish it, it will most likely be released in the next two years. Apparently the schools edition eliminates the swearing and sexual and drug references.
But am I the only person who - one - can't see why you'd do Rent if you didn't have the drug references (Mimi's character would really become redundant) and - two - am just disturbed at the idea of teenagers doing this show? Don't get me wrong - I love the show. It just seems ... weird and inappropriate to release a schools edition.

What? Rent without drug references or swearing? Okay, here goes . . .
Mark: My bohemian lifestyle causes me angst. Plus, I'm broke.
Roger: Mine also. Plus, I'm not leaving the apartment, because of something in my past which I can't mention in this version.
Tom: Hi, I have returned from Boston, where having an actual job and money made me miss the angst and brokeness of your bohemian lifestyles.
Mark: Hi Coll . . .
Tom: Don't call me that. My first and last name together constitute a drug reference.
Mark: Sorry.
Angel: Hi, I'm a highly sympathetic street musician who is dying from a hangnail.
Roger: Where'd you get all that money?
Angel: By helping an old lady across the street. Let's all go to my Hangnail Support Group.
Roger: My angst is too great. I will stay here. (The others leave)
Mimi: Hi, do you have any C batteries?
Roger: What happened to your candle?
Mimi: No fire in front of the kiddies.
Support Group People: Will I lose my dignity? Of course not.
Roger: Is that a donkey you brought in with you?
Mimi: Yep. They say I have the best ass below Fourteenth Street.
Roger: Think we'll get away with that one?
Mimi: No.
Maureen: The cow jumped over the moon.
Tom: I love you, Maureen.
Angel: I thought you loved me.
Tom: Not in this version.
Angel: Okay, then, I love Joanne.
Joanne: I love you, Angel.
Roger: I love you, Mimi.
Mimi: I love you, Roger.
Mark: I love myself.
Tom: I hate you, Maureen.
Maureen: I hate you, Tom.
Roger: I hate you, Mimi.
Mimi: I hate you, Roger.
Mark: I hate myself.
(Angel dies of his hangnail)
Everybody except Mark: Now that Angel is dead, I love you all again.
Mark: Not me.
(Mimi almost dies of prickly heat)
Mark: Okay, if Mimi's going to almost die, I love you all.
(All hug)
Angel: Hey, guys, I didn't really die either.
All: Yay! (They hug again)
All sing: Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
In which nothing bad happens
not really.
(Curtain.)