Yes, we’re barely in the realm of adulthood when suddenly we are thrust back into the world where we pranced and performed back in kindergarten for our parents to videotape and be all excited to watch their child’s first performance.
Except in this case, we’re prancing and performing in college.
The faculty has the ingenious plan of having this day we students dubbed the PTA Day for obvious connotations with the idea of bonding with the students’ parents. The really good part is, the 4-hour event is going to be filled with 3 hours of performances by students.
And the icing on the cake is, parents are very enthusiastic about coming!
Our class is going to perform a sketch at the suggestion of the organisers (lecturers, by the way. What a waste of intelligence on their part.) We’re adapting Roald Dahl’s Lamb to the Slaughter because that was the suggestion of yours truly who adapted the script and washed her hands off the directing and stuff in full mind of her temper and sanity.
Lately she has been skipping rehearsals as well (in a poor disguise to look involved and committed she contributes her less than two cents worth to the director every rehearsal) to finish her assignments.
Naughty naughty girl.