bliumchik | (no subject)

Yesterday, I was in the school Talent Quest. My original idea was to do some stand-up comedy based on an LJ rant about Chatswood that I once used similarly for drama. But then my singing teacher said I ought to sing one of my songs instead (Persephone, if anyone actually remembers when I posted that), and I thought about standing up in front of a crowd and nobody laughing, and chickened out. At least I had practiced the song a bit more. Of course I screwed it up anyway out of nervousness - not so anybody would notice, I just reverted to an older and less-pretty version of the chorus by accident. Bah. Afterwards it turned out that people had actually looked forward to my standup, which was odd. I had no idea my comedy skills were so in demand. Actually, I have no idea how the word spread about my intentions in the first place! But If I'd known I'd totally have done it, alas. At least I got a bit of practice singing onstage in front of an audience - I quite rashly entered a real live competition, you see. And my stage presence isn't the best in the business.

Anyway, today at assembly they handed out the prizes. Not having maths, I could have just not come to school till eleven twenty, but no - prizes, dude! Poppy confided that everyone was pretty much certain to get one, since only about five people had actually bothered to enter the contest in the first place. So I came to assembly, and at last they came to that announcement. First up, winner of the Most Original prize - myself. I went up onstage, suddenly realising that I'd forgotten to take off my totally-not-part-of-the-uniform hobo gloves, and for my troubles, was given a medium-sized jar of olives.

Olives, I ask you! Apparently the prizes were courtesy of Ms Young, my arch-nemesis in the War of the Yellow Uniform Slips, so I have my suspicions. My sources also state that she just went down to the market on Wednesday and asked if anyone wanted to donate anything, so the other prizes included tea leaves and biscuits. Oh my.