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Grown So Ugly

2004-11-09 | 7:32 p.m.

Unexpected events have made stage crew ten kinds of angering. Pouska's lack of responsibility in maintaining the integrity of the theatre black-out, as well as the horrible demise of one of our major projects, have set us back a ways.

I believe prospects are improving, although on the whole things seem tentative to a great degree. The involvement of many others in the situation is beginning to worry me. More information will be delivered from the front at a later date.

Now, it is my responsibility to embellish upon the most grandiose event of the day. In AP Psychology, when playing with goggles that angle your vision 20 degrees to the left, Wilhelm suggested I try to run at him from across the library while wearing these goggles; I was perfectly aware I'd end up hitting the wall, and so when I saw it creeping up, I put my hands out in front of me and tried to lose some forward momentum; I hit it with my hands, made a loud thud, and everyone looked at me. It was not until a while later that Mrs. Healy noticed a "dent" in the wall that I found that the knee which I thought had grazed the wall had actually kicked a hole in the drywall. I looked and there it was, a little crater of drywall barely held together by the elastic properties of its paint. I stood there, transfixed, horrified, masking my utter embarassment and horror at what I had done with an idiotic half-grin (and at times, hands covering my shaméd face). First Mrs. Andrews came, seemed quite angry, and called the engineers; Mick came and just laughed repeatedly at Mrs. Healy's revised story (I had lost my balance and fallen, hitting the wall with my elbow or knee or something pretty hard). She suggested I be made to spackle the hole and re-paint that entire wall section; I, still horrified at what I had done, could only nod while Mick continued to laugh. In the end, however, Healy did me the favor of nullifying my embarassment by having the class take a picture around the hole in the wall. I believe the pun of the day was (since it was visual perception) "Gestalt: See the hole." Pictures/video footage of the idiocy will be put online, but not posted; only given personally to those who request them. Thank you all for helping me realize that part of the high school experience involves doing one incredibly stupid thing in your time at school.

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	Grown So Ugly 2004-11-09 \| 7:32 p.m. Unexpected events have made stage crew ten kinds of angering. Pouska's lack of responsibility in maintaining the integrity of the theatre black-out, as well as the horrible demise of one of our major projects, have set us back a ways. I believe prospects are improving, although on the whole things seem tentative to a great degree. The involvement of many others in the situation is beginning to worry me. More information will be delivered from the front at a later date. Now, it is my responsibility to embellish upon the most grandiose event of the day. In AP Psychology, when playing with goggles that angle your vision 20 degrees to the left, Wilhelm suggested I try to run at him from across the library while wearing these goggles; I was perfectly aware I'd end up hitting the wall, and so when I saw it creeping up, I put my hands out in front of me and tried to lose some forward momentum; I hit it with my hands, made a loud thud, and everyone looked at me. It was not until a while later that Mrs. Healy noticed a "dent" in the wall that I found that the knee which I thought had grazed the wall had actually kicked a hole in the drywall. I looked and there it was, a little crater of drywall barely held together by the elastic properties of its paint. I stood there, transfixed, horrified, masking my utter embarassment and horror at what I had done with an idiotic half-grin (and at times, hands covering my shaméd face). First Mrs. Andrews came, seemed quite angry, and called the engineers; Mick came and just laughed repeatedly at Mrs. Healy's revised story (I had lost my balance and fallen, hitting the wall with my elbow or knee or something pretty hard). She suggested I be made to spackle the hole and re-paint that entire wall section; I, still horrified at what I had done, could only nod while Mick continued to laugh. In the end, however, Healy did me the favor of nullifying my embarassment by having the class take a picture around the hole in the wall. I believe the pun of the day was (since it was visual perception) "Gestalt: See the hole." Pictures/video footage of the idiocy will be put online, but not posted; only given personally to those who request them. Thank you all for helping me realize that part of the high school experience involves doing one incredibly stupid thing in your time at school. Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines