Anywho.

I've been blogging for a week now, every day, without fail. Give the man a medal. Or... not. Y'know. Whatever. It's cool. Bastards.

Blogging everyday. Wonder how much longer that'll last.

Anywho.

Spent most of my school day at the Crescent Theatre today. Watched a sort-of production aptly (though not particularly interestingly) titled 'The Poetry Show'. It was four actors, one of them a sort-of host, the others all taking part in a 'competition' in which they would perform their interpretations of particular poems to win the audiences favour. Some of the interpretations/performances were actually quite good, involving props, quick costumes and the other actors taking small parts.

Overall the production featured the actors all interacting with the audience at some stage, bringing a microphone into the seating for people from whichever school (there were several schools apart from my own there as well) to comment on the performances, and at one point hot-seat the actors who would play a certain persona (ya see Mrs Tinson?) as portrayed in certain poems.

The poems in question by the way, were all from an anthology we all had to study. It was obvious how the whole production was meant to help us in our GCSEs. The give away was a section they did about half way through specifically about answering exam questions. Nail biting stuff.

Returned to school just in time for lunch, a half hour registration (grr, I think I'll do a blog just to rant about that one day...) and a lesson of Literature. And an after school revision session for Geography.

And I don't really know why, but I've felt a little angsty all through today.

Ahh well, Mondays blog. I hope I don't bore you to death with these things.

Hehe, I love the way I assumed my Literature teacher will read this at some point.

Is that a bad sign?

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