Senior serious drama

The saintly, patient drama teachers left the school after my junior year.  I take direct responsibility and blame... No, of course, they needed to move on.  They were a young hip couple who probably found greener pastures.    As the president of the Drama Club (go figure), my goal was to continue to have traditions remain, at least during my tenure!  I asked the new Drama teacher and her assistant to
lunch with myself and the other drama club officers.  I won't mention names here, but the new Drama teacher's name rhymed with Piggy, so I will refer to her as Piggy for purposes of this  blog. 

If you are a teacher and you have a new position replacing a popular teacher, take some advice.  Do not disparage the previous teacher.  Do not change popular traditions, at least not at first.  Get the newer kids on board with your agenda, but please do not get rid of the old guard.  They will graduate soon enough and old traditions will be forgotten.

Miss Piggy did not have such sage advice to follow.  The assistant sponsor was an English Teacher and seemed a tad more savvy.  I did not ingratiate myself with either at the luncheon.  But they, especially Miss Piggy didn't sit well with me, either.  Fasten your seat belts. We're in for a bumpy Senior year!

The Fall play went okay.  We did Cheaper by the Dozen and I actually did not play a maid. We had a good time, and I even hosted the cast party at the parsonage!

Me, my boyfriend, Kent ( who played my brother in the play (eww), and my best friend Cindy in the dining room at the parsonage. See the pocket door behind me?  Love those!

 

 

 

 

 

The problems with Miss Piggy started at Homecoming.  Each club/organization was supposed to put together a float for the Homecoming parade.  Floats take time, and even though I was president, putting together  float was not on my agenda.  I couldn't even ride on it since I had to march with the Jayettes, which was our pep club with uniforms and everything,  The sponsor, who was the PE teacher, liked me for some reason, and I didn't want to tick her off.  Somehow, even though we had meetings about the float and even had a float committee, since I was busy and couldn't attend the actual creation process more than a few times, I took  heat from Miss Piggy for not being involved enough.  The float never got made and just a handful of kids dressed in costumes, carried  banner and marched. 

 

I probably was a terrible president, but it didn't help that the teacher/sponsors were new and couldn't guide me.  I actually take responsibility for many thing, and am aware of my mistakes, but in this case, an adult has culpability for making a relationship with an 18 year old work more smoothly.  That's how I roll now when working with teens,  and I think Miss Piggy could have been A LOT more sensitive. 

 

I think this is a good place to leave you hanging!  Next stop, the operettas...