I woke up late this morning and it only got worse from there...

Rosiniski wasn't here during third period so of course we have the sub that never learned how to tie his own shoes but somehow manages to patronize me as if I have nothing better to do than listen to him summarize the plot of Romeo and Juliet and misquote poetry... We were watching the Hunt for Red October because Ro correctly assumes that all subs cannot tie their own shoes and therefore he makes sure we have something planned that won't require them to even talk beyond reading the instructions he leaves behind. Our sub today, who will from now on be called Mr. McShitforbrains, decided that this was somehow tragic, our time off to either catch up on other work or watch a good movie, so he proceeded to talk over Sean Connery, asking us what we would be doing in class were he not there. We told him that we'd just started For Whom The Bell Tolls and most likely we'd be having some sort of discussion about the book or a lecture on Hemingway's style or a combination of the both and how it relates to some -ism. Or that there was a great possibility that that is how the class to would start out and it would spiral into a conversation about college, or death or anything that sparked Ro's interest that day as it often the case. Even still honesty did not satisfy him and he told me that analysis and discussion didn't work, that the knowledgable were always biased and the rest were ignorant...as he told me this all I could wonder was which side of the fence he fell on, though I do have my suspicions that its the latter. After this he started talking to me like I was still in grade school- first he talked about allusion but in such a way as to simply explain what it was to me as if I hadn't been in accelerated English classes the last four years, as if I'd never taken any English classes and had only just learned how to spell my own name without asking for help. After that he incorrectly attributed Dulce Et Docorum Est to Robert Browning(it's by Wilfred Owen) but then told me that I didn't know what the phrase "dulce et docorum est" meant. only I do. the full line is "that old lie: dulce et docorum est pro patria mori" which translates to "it is sweet and honorable(or glorious) to die for the fatherland" he took it from Horace's Odes and used it sarcastically at the end of his poem about a gas attack during WWI which he wrote to Jesse Pope, another poet who was rather jingositic. Then he explained how Romeo and Tybalt weren't friends and that Sir Lancelot was a good fighter...all as if I didn't already know that...

Then there was rehearsal... Justin wasn't here and most all the diologue was between him and someone else so was bad from the beginning and I had to tell Smith that I'd be missing rehearsal friday to go to this thing at Radford,some orientation deal I need to go to... I told him as soon as I saw him after I knew I would need to go, I've even pushed back leaving so I don't miss the whole rehearsal but I need to go and his response was that if I was just now finding everything out that it wasn't a good school and blah blah blah I dont need him saying that. I don't need the undertones of pity when I tell people where I'm going to school. Undergradute schoool is essentially the same whereever you go. I don't need it. He went to VCU, it's not like he was an ivy leaguer. I don't know, its just like everything I do is shit to him. I can tell he doesn't like the costumes. I could tell when I showed him Elvira's. And you know I liked it until he looked at it the way he did. Now I can't see anything good about it at all. My only notes are PUC and cheat...ever, thats it. I've apparently done nothing else even worthy of a "work harder on that" except forget my blocking. I really wanted to make this a good show, not just it was my last but because I wanted Smith to go out on a really high note but it seems I am failing miserably with every attempt.