Hey... it's been a while. A very long while at that.
So basically I'm gonna try and catch u guys up on a few things since it's summer vacation, I'm sitting in the airport with nothing to do. And I'm gonna try to make this quick not to bore you.
First things first, I never finished the camping story.
Basically, on the second day of the trip we went rafting which was fun, also our class and EXCLUSIVELY our class got to jump out of the raft and swim to the shore so that was cool
Third day, we didn't do much, we went to the river and then packed our things and left. The bus back ride was... something. I think hearing the boys conversation altered with my brain somehow. In a bad way. In a way where I felt myself loose brain cells.
Okay. Moving on. Let's talk about our shitty end of year show!
We have this music teacher Mrs M. At this point I kinda think she's an environmentalist like not a regular one, but an extremist.
Basically this woman told us "Yooo guys, wassup, anyways we're gonna have an end of year show lmao and you guys know about this since you've been practicing the same song in music class for the past 4 months, anyways its gonna be like this play lmaoooo, okay here read the script but I'm not gonna read you guys the whole script since it'll spoil the show"
So, the whole play was about this guy, who I'll call... Bill. Billy and his dream machine. You'll get what I'm blabbing on about in a sec.
Basically the play is about some guy named Bill (not actually) and Bill 'notices' everyone using technology and he goes like 'Fuck this, I'm building a dream machine so that people can dream like that'll help stop screen addictions lmao" and every class had to tell this motherfucker what their dream was. And Bill would reply along the lines of "Very well younglings, my dream machine is a well crafted piece of art, made by the finest designers, come take a ride in my dream machine"
The script sounded like it was written by a middle aged pervy male who still lives in his moms tiny ass basement.
Anyways, us being teenagers we obviously laughed. But we haven't read our scripts at that point in time.
Mrs M whipped out our classes script and proceeded to read it. It got worse with every sentence. Basically here's a part of what was in the script.
In the script, we were supposed to roleplay as climate change
"We need to stop pollution, I'm so tired of this!"
"We need to make a 10 month calendar where 2 months we stay at home and quarantine and don't use transport nor go to anywhere"
"We'll be more famous than GRETA THUMBERG"
As we're reading the script I'm just thinking to myself "Who the fuck is incharge of this clownery of a show."
So we all laugh at the script. And it became a meme, but I had other duties, to find out who the fuck wrote this shit and what type of mental illness they have because I was genuinely curious at the fact that some was capable of writing such a shitty script while being mentally stable, who in the right mind would write this script knowing that some little 4th graders would be talking about political problems and issues. This script even from what we've only seen, was obviously pushing some certain ideas.
Soon enough we as a class found out that the drama club wrote the script, and me personally, I was a bit suspicious at the fact that some children decided to talk about such... let's say, deep topics and portray and recommend these certain ideas. I accepted it, but was surprised.
Anyways the show went to shit, our dance performance was awful because we didn't have time to practice. We had like 4 lessons to practice the dance, 1 of which I missed. So the dance was awful, however the song we performed was alright.
But the whole show was like a fucking comedy performance, and warning, what I'm about to say will confuse you so keep up with me if you may.
The show started off with some woman talking about the Parent Teacher association and that didn't matter, anyways after the kindergarteners started performing. They were supposed to act like FUCKING ZOO ANIMALS which was weird itself. They wanted to be "set free from the zoo" (this was exactly what was written in the script)
They performed with our PE teacher on stage. It was all going pretty well until one of the kindergarteners started grabbing the PE teacher's ass. That's when our class absolutely lost it. Me and Karen ran to the bathroom to calm down. This was all happening so fast, too much to process.
Bill (who was played by someone, but it's irrelevant) also kept saying these weird ass sentences, which also made us all giggle, but the teachers scolded us.
Then a certain class (Younger class, around grades 2-5, won't mention which one) started blabbing on about ELON FUCKING MUSK. And how they have to stop him from uh taking the moon. This was all infront of parents. I honestly doubt they knew anything about that man
To be fair, we already saw most of the show since we rehearsed the whole thing, but it was still a shock to us about the topics talked in the script.
Anyways the whole show was shit. But then, we discovered something through... connections.
Apparently, the drama club did write the script, however, the music went ahead and changed EVERYTHING. Which honestly is very believable, it all made sense, puzzle pieces were clicking. We also found out the script that the music teacher wrote had some offensive stuff that was later removed.
So, the music teacher asked us how the performance was, and we all started complaining like we were in a therapists office. Basically she denied denied denied gaslighted and said "sorry I made u feel that way lol ig"
I asked her "Who even thought to mention Greta Thumberg and Elon musk in the play?"
I kid you not she fucking went: "🤓👆 hmm... I can't quite put my finger on it.. I.. don't remember"
Yeah no shit, it was 99% her, but she'd never admit it all.
Anyways, nothing much happened, except that our class had a graduation party, we went to some pizza place, it was nice, nothing to say.
Next year is gonna be something different. New campus, new people. But uhm, I'm somewhat excited.
School starts august 28th I believe, and I assure you, for the time being, I will not stop this diary just yet.
When school starts again, I'll be sure to write in here.
Anyways that's all, special thank you to @neverseen26 for keeping a diary alongside me, it actually motivated me somewhat, and we kinda bonded over this. OMG DO YOU REMEMBER HOW DARREN AND JARREN BOTH WERE ON A HUNT FOR OUR DIARIES LMAO
also, thank u to everyone who was in my class. Also another special thanks to Karen, she might be reading this, but seriously, you've helped me out a lot and I'm really really glad I got to know you better this year.
And even all the boys, thank you for uh, teaching my to higher my standards, special thanks to Coca Cola for making me realize that. I will never have a crush on an ugly guy with a big ego.
Thanks to Darren for teaching me how to properly deal with sons of bitches like yourself, I'll take my experience and use it next time I meet someone shitty as you
Thank you to Jarren for idk not being mean to me when Darren left
Also, thank you for all my teachers. I realised what an annoying piece of shit I am, and I'm not doing anything about it.
Anyways, see you guys soon. August 28th (maybe later I literally forgot when school starts) peace out
