By the time I was a senior in High School pretty much the only reason I was there was to pick up my gym credit and stay out of trouble.
Stay out of trouble, heh.
Since I had by that time made it clear I was going to be entirely obnoxious during morning exercises I was no longer welcome in homeroom and mostly marked absent the entire year. If that dodge failed I also had my magical permanent pass as an editor of the alternative school newspaper that made attendence after second period pretty much optional anyway. Still there were those more Cameron-like that my editor buddies and I tried to help out. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
One of our more successful projects was a production of H.M.S. Pinafore that was ostensibly a History project, but it had a cast of thousands and rehersals lasted for months.
I was Ralph Rackstraw, Able Seaman and I can still hit all the notes in the National Anthem depending on the key. It was not my first choice, because I had none of the really funny songs; but I did get a duet with Josephine- the girl I thought was the hottest one in school (alas, my love to scorn, she didn’t feel the same way about me).
Sometimes success is it’s own punishment. Four matinees (one for the History class and then once for each class), two gala nights for the ‘rents, and then a road show for the rest of the system. Oh, and we all got As.
Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we’d be in gym?