But it wasn't my play to direct.
I was only the intern.
I've been working on their drama festival play for a while.
Mostly so that I could afford myself a chance to watch the students change.
Which proved to be fruitless.
What a frigging waste of time.
What a frigging waste of time.
Story of my life.
Anyway, the kids killed it.
I was legitimately surprised, impressed, and proud.
I was legitimately surprised, impressed, and proud.
It was extremely unsettling.
I hate being in a grown-up's body.
Everything's so vicarious.
Except for the back hair.
That's first-hand.
That's first-hand.
I was at MUN with them for the entirity of yesterday.
I made fun of them for having no friends.
I took pictures of them with my cell phone
("Is that your phone sir? Why's it pink!?").
I got them to sign my script.
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