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Drama is fun. Especially when your drama group has an internet geekery level of OVER NINE THOUSAAAAND, hee. Today we had to come into school (in the holidays! A crime!) for rehearsals and stuff, due to the trial being in crapcrapcrap a week and a bit. Ms S. had drummed up a spectacular schedule for the rotation of Campbell Hall use for groups and meetings with her for individual projects, but had brilliantly forgotten the minor detail of aligning the two schedules so that groups on Hall rotation don't have a member squirreled away with the teacher. Thus, rearrangement was necessary.

My group is going well, at least, most of our jokes are vaguely funny (moreso when you realise that our satire of HSC pieces has ended up parodying the other two groups completely by accident just because HSC Drama really does work that way) and we're in the time limit. We spent a bunch of time sitting around and giggling about Potter Puppet Pals, though.

And thanks to the absolutely ridiculous start time of EIGHT FRICKING THIRTY OH MY DEAR GOD I kind of forgot to bring lunch. So I subsisted from nine till four on Zoe's apple, Poppy's pretzels and some kinda manky cheese that I scavenged from the staff common room fridge. Yes, I am the hunter gatherer OF DOOM, BITCH.