The past few days have confirmed my complete lack of faith in the human race. Come to think of it, that's probably not a surprise to most of you but I'm good at being redundant and don't see why I should stop now. In these past few days I have seen incredible feats of stupidity and things so pointless that only a human would be capable of doing them. Figures. Funnily enough, this rant has nothing to do with having faith with the human race except for the first of my stories, and that's only because I wanted to bitch about the stupid, stupid, and yes, horribly stupid, man who I have to deal with. That's ok, though, coninuity is not one of our strong points either.
For some stupid reason I'm still in the pitifully small and even more pitifully funded drama department. Somehow I'm in it every year even though each semester I declare that I hate it and am never going to do it again. Weird, yes. Another somewhat strange happening that our school goes through every September is finding a director since we don't have a regular drama teacher. Last year it was a college student who spent countless hours talking about her position at Gap and her boyfriend. She didn't last too long. This year we hunted down and managed to get the new 24 year old math teacher, Mr. Lewis. Young, innovative, at least tech related, part of the school, it all seemed too perfect.
As it happens, we're one week (excactly) away from our first showing of our play and he has gotten the always respective title "fat fuck." It wasn't my name idea, but I definately support it. This man is large, angry, acts immature but looks like he's 30, and isn't doing too well with our happy little group. Teachers like Mr. Lewis make me wonder how difficult it really is to get your teaching license. The man is a complete moron. Let me give you a sample of his stupidity.
There are seven main actors in this short but stealthy play. One of them happens to be so sick of Mr. Lewis that he tends to avoid showing up more than the rest of us. A few days ago we were all supposed to be at rehearsal at 11:00. Everyone was there and in costume by 11:15 except for that one particluar boy. As it happened, Mr. Lewis made us wait an hour and a half until the boy showed up before he would let us start. WHAT THE? The man is so stupid and so stubborn that he made us sit around in our vacation when we had come to practice, waiting for ONE person. This continues to confuse me. On top of that, he cancelled (though it has, much to my dismay, been put back in) the rehearsal on Sunday because two of the people were going to be gone. Even though they had told him weeks in advance that they weren't going to be there, he got pissed off and stormed out. We realized that we still needed practice and so, to make up for lost time in that hour and a half, stayed and went over the play once more. Instead of being happy at our dedication, he was angry because "when a director leaves, a rehearsal is over". This continues to be a confusing matter to me.
As much as this doens't even touch on my frusterations with this man, I could write a fricken' thesis on all the random crap that he's done, I will spare you the details. To get back to my original point, I just want to make it clear that Mr. Lewis is a prime example of a human who makes me lose all faith in not only public schools hiring ability, but also the adult population as a whole.
On completely unrelated subject matter, there have been a few amusing but slightly disturbing things that I have come across this afternoon.
While browsing through an L.L.Bean catalogue (long story of how that came about) I found something interesting. Did you know that there are things called "Bean's Wicked Good Slippers"? Are we now advertising the fact that L.L.Bean is from Maine? Since when did this come about? Recently I found out that there are lots and lots of new innovative ways to make fun of New Englanders, luckily there are still many more to make fun of the south and west . I suppose it was a stroke of humor or some such thing, but why? Why make fun of the word wicked which is such a large part of our society. L.L.Bean, lay your head in shame.
Another thing that I came across was that the catalogue sells maple syrup. Now that's just stepping on Vermont's toes. The bastards....
Not to change the subject again or anything, but....
Something which I also found interesting was that Wal-Mart is now a proud supporter of midgits. Yes, this store has taken a liking to the little people. While my mom was doing some happy erands I was instructed to wander about until she was ready. Actually I just didn't want to follow her around, but that's another matter completely. In my wanderings I walked past the women's clothing section and there was a rack of jeans. They looked kind of odd, so I went and inspected them more closely. My findings? They were strange, a foot short too strange. Instead of being nice and lengthy and going the entire length of your leg, they spanned only a short distance and would end somewhere around your calf. I'm proud of that store, proud and confused, but good for Wal-Mart, show your support! Shop Wal-Mart!