Conundrum.

I love musicals, but I hate the musical theatre students. 95% of them are pretentious assholes and the few that are nice are not noticed because they don't make a spectacle of themselves.

I am not one of them, and I am glad of that. Some might say this is just sour grapes, since I did audition to be a musical theatre student when I came here, but the truth is, I wanted to be one then because I did not know what they really are.

I sing on the sidewalk because I like the song I'm listening to. They spout off random strings of soprano notes in the hallway just to prove how high their ranges are.

I don't tell them that I can probably sing higher than they can.

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Till-death-do-us-part analysis of an Irish play in a class where none of us are Irish. Incomprehensible test offset by squashy German candy. I picked up a leafhopper and it launched itself off of my finger with a force that felt like a tiny fist had punched me.

I feel strange and girly in double pigtails and a camisole. Heat becomes unbearable. Would it be too much to ask for a little bit of fall for the equinox?