I can too do this.

Gilberte and I have selected a few likely-looking chunks of Hamlet for the 'Speare Fest. R&G was looking like a nice option, but the best scene had already been snapped up and second-best consisted largely of Rosencrantz grunting and Guildenstern rambling, as Guildensterns are wont to do... (Not that this is at all unappealing, mind you.)

Eh. In other news, I ducked out of the auditorium during a break in yesterday's rehearsal and puttered around in the orch room. Wandered into one of the instrumental storage rooms and opened one of the school cases, which happened to contain a viola. Out of boredom, I tuned its remaining strings, and then noticed some music lying on the floor. It just so happened to be the Work Song and Bring Him Home from a certain musical. It was also cello music.

I can, if the situation absolutely screams its head off for it, play the cello a bit; the little Gorgon took it up for a year or so a while back. The situation, in this case, was not screaming, and I took up the viola again. Anyone who passed the orch room in the next few minutes was likely to hear the interesting sound of a sort-of violinist sort-of playing a cello piece on a three-string viola. I enjoyed myself, at any rate, and I'm fairly certain everyone else was still in the auditorium.

English exam Thursday, which requires students to Write a Commentary. Not too bad. I hope.

Random quote from a classmate:

"This year had been so bad. I mean, I used to be a straight-A student, and now I'm... I'm still a straight-A student, but I just don't care anymore!"

An IBer, naturally...

Twenty-seven school days till graduation and, heaven help me, I'm counting down with everyone else. Shan't be long; just four heinous exams, a few more slightly less heinous exams, and that's that... right? Right?

Adieu.