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| December 3 2001 Monday Wet the bed again. No sign of any more affection and understanding from my mother so I pointed out the article in her magazine in case she hadn't read it. She didn't say one way or the other. Me, Stinking and Brain Damage decided to swallow our pride and join the cast of Macbeth. We told the teacher in charge, Mrs Oates, who also takes us for English Lit. She said that in my case it was a pity we weren't doing 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' because as I was bottom of the class in Shakespeare I could also be Bottom in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Ha bloody ha. It turned out that they are short of witches for the parts of The Three Witches, to the tune of three witches. Apparently none of the girls see themselves as witches, which came as a surprise to me as at least half of the girls in our class could pass for witches even without witch make-up. Beth Batcheller even has a wart on the end of her nose. Anyway, Mrs Oates said that me, Stinking and Brain Damage would make excellent witches. This suited us fine, so that's what we're going to be, and I bet we'll turn out to be the most entertaining witches that the play Macbeth has ever had in its entire history. Rehearsals start tomorrow. |