48 Hours

It's getting scary, in 48 hours I'll be done with school, done with examplays, done.
It's even scarier because of the fact that basically both rehearsals sucked today. I was not Ruth and I was a really calm and not at all angry nun, plus my cellphone fell out of my costume. Great.
Realizing that the last hours of our Academy years have started kind of puts us into pieces. Tiny pieces. And I loved Mr. Harts reaction: "Holly shit! This is your final exam?' - Yes my dear director - this is gonna be our final exam, so I'll better get word perfect now, before I even think of anything else.
xoxo