I may not be the funniest person on here, but I’m definitely a person on here, and that seems like enough for some of you rat bastards who for some reason enjoy the content I release
"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"
High School SMs Trying to Decide What to Do With Their Lives:
My babies, consider politics. If you don’t think you want to become a professional theatre tech, consider politics.
I’m not saying become a politician (though imagine if our country were run by SMs), but consider other political positions. Campaign management, personal assistants to politicians, all of it.
I found out halfway through my first semester of my freshman year that this is what I was built for. I volunteered for a campaign and the people who had been doing this for their actual jobs were shocked at how well I picked everything up. How was I so good? I’m an effing stage manager, that’s how.
It’s sorting, it’s organizing, it’s spreadsheets. The further up you get, the more it becomes stage management. You’re running events, blocking out appearances, leading people.