Never, Never, Never Give Up

I started out musical theatre with hesitance. I'm sure everyone in the expected me to drop out once they saw I was the only freshman, but I wasn't going to let that get in my way. Only one person has really talked to me and I find him rather creepy, but I am not having to worry about it as much because I think I've somehow made it across that I don't really want to have anything to do with him. I have become okay with no one to talk to in that class. They don't despise me anymore and they are actually learning my name instead of calling me The Freshman. I have choreography to learn and don't need to be bothering myself with conversing anyway. Our group is doing the song "Rubberneckin'". I actually enjoy learning the dance. After you start to get it, it's easier. I still have to work on it, but I am enjoying it and trying hard. Maybe they'll see I'm not the small freshman the thought me to be.
I've also joined the drama club with Lizzy, Shevontè and Katy. There are auditions for a play already and I find that great. I love classes that start off swinging instead of slowly progressing to normal activity. Even though, it's not really a class; it's an extracurricular class.
Chorus is going well too, besides the fact that I do believe all the altos lost their minds over the summer and have learned to sing eighth notes like quarter notes and totally ignore rests of any sort, as I learned today as we were put in the hallway to see if we could get it without the help of a teacher. I had to set those girls straight. They might have thought I was rude or something for taking over (cause GOD FORBID someone besides a prep to take control of a situation!) but I'm sure by the time we had to return to the chorus room, they were thankful for my help. And in no way am I trying to brag whatsoever. I'm just simply staying the alto section, save two, has seemed to have lost their marbles.
As for that English project I mentioned in an earlier post, I will now explain.
Our mission was given to us Friday, giving us all weekend to work on it. It was going to be due Tuesday. She told us that we were to recreate a fairy tale. We were to use different characters and settings, but follow the plot. I eagerly began by listing fairy tales to try and decide which one I should use. After I made a list, I narrowed it down to Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and One Thousand and One Nights. I felt Alice and Wonderland had too many characters and such a complex plot that it would be very difficult to write in a week. My next choice, Peter Pan, was the choice of one my other friends, so I did not want to do that. So, I moved to my last choice: the book similar to Aladdin. I began typing it on my iPod and it went well. Sunday, I emailed myself what I had and transfered it to a word document. It was in Times New Roman, 12 pt, single spaced. It was seven pages long. Monday, she told us she wanted it TNR, 12 pt, and double spaced.
I absolutely hate double spacing documents. It's worse when the text is in large font, makng the space in between the lines larger. It reminds me of a childs book. I just find it obnoxious. It makes it longer than it actually is.
But anyway, she concluded the instructions with saying that she didn't want a short story, but she didn't want it 10-15 pages long either.
Well crap. I knew my seven page story (that was only half way through) was going to be way over 10 pages, especially with double spacing.
Well, I was correct. The seven pages turned to eleven once double spaced. I then condensed what I had. Condensed it all the way to six pages. It was heart breaking. I was so proud of what I had and I had to take out and shorten it. It was not the same at all. I then continued typing. Once I finished the story, I had sixteen pages. With much sadness, I went back to the beginning and began condensing again. I had to take out a lot of dialouge, which I felt had not only added to the story, but helped to develop the characters when it was in there. After getting to the end after condensing, I had twelve pages.
Now I had gotten home at four-thirty because I had a drama club meeting after school. Once I got back, I imediatly began working. I worked non-stop until eleven. So when I ended up with twelve pages, I did not feel like going back and rereading and recondensing everything. So I settled with twelve pages. I felt like a bad person for doing so, but I was tired. So, I turned it in with twelve pages. If she hates me for it or counts off for it, then I'm sorry, but I don't do short stories. Never could. I can't tell a story to someone and it be short. Not writing, at least. And Aladdin is a rather long story, anyway. Those who did Red Riding Hood, Goldilocks, Cinderalla, etc and had two pages, I could understand. But Aladdin for me, in under ten pages, is like asking me to describe what I did in all of my classes in one sentence: very, very hard.