The Teen Years

The teen years can be some of the most troulbling years. Luckily for me those years are almost over. Midterm report cards come out next week for the final semester of my final year of high school. I don't have much to worry about. I'm getting ok grades and I was accepted into the Computer Science program at the University I wanted to go through. But now I have to worry about getting high enough marks to make an 85% admission average in order to retain my scholorship. Normally that wouldn't be to hard except that I am having trouble with Geometry and Discrete, only a 77%, and that is one of the required courses for my program.
I am also doing lighting as part of the Technical crew for the school play. So far it has been nothing but a disaster. The sound is never good enough, the mics keep cutting out, the light's aren't bright enough, and we are still short two spotlights. Every single day the director complains about something. Mostly because Jane never pays attention and has to be told what to do every single second. Yesterday she had to ask me if she should throw out the garbage that was on the table. And then there is Mat who is consitently unrealiable. I talked to Mat earlier today and he said that he may or may not be able to attend the rehearsal today after school. My friend, Mr. Rocko, is the Technical Director and he is just about ready to either murder the director or just walk. Doing either would leave him in a lot of trouble with somebody. Apparently not only does the director complain about the technical stuff to our faces, but she also complains about the technical stuff behind our backs to other teachers. Mr. Rocko is just about ready to have a melt down.