The South is nothing but sweet tea, chicken biscuits, and hate.
WOW WOW WOW
MY TROUPE IS SO BADASS.
So tremendously proud of us for placing second in Competition One Act in the most competitive region in the state today.
We’ve called ourselves the Jamaican bobsled team for years. Well. I guess we can’t do that any longer. We’re on par with the powerhouse schools now.
While I regret that I will never get to go to State with Troupe 5368, I’m so proud of our progress over these past four years, and I know the underclassmen will get us there when I’m off at college. I have no doubt. None.
I’ve become a lot more jaded about high school theatre since I was a freshman, but… These people were the catalyst for the discovery of my passion. I love them. I love them /so much/. I owe them /everything/. And I’m so goddamn proud.
Way to kill it today, Troupe 5368. I love you. Fuck. I even love Wonderbread Whale.
(Also, those people in black and white up top are our seniors. I’ve been to hell and back with them throughout our high school careers. I’m so glad we could finish our last Competition One Act together strong. SERIOUSLY, I LOVE THEM. SO MUCH. SO. VERY. MUCH.)
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