It was my senior year and was actually thinking of leaving early to join the Army.
The Drama Teacher, who we will call JM, talked me into at least sticking around until her first play was given. She wanted me to be her technical director. That basically means if there was something, anything wrong, it was either my fault or my job to fix it.
JM, was in her 30's, blond and friendly to her students, even more so to her special students. people that worked hard. The best thing about JM was the first thing to be cast off were her shoes. She would run to and from sliding across the floor with her Nylons. her feet were very long and narrow, but still had a very high arch.
After 6 weeks of hard work we were down to the last couple of rehearsals and JM wasn't happy. She always got nervous as the time grew close but she really wasn't happy. Though I had a small part in the play, my major job was getting lights and sets right.
She was sitting on the stage with her back to the seats as I walked down the aisle, she was being rather stern. But I noticed that she was sitting on her legs with her feet hanging off the edge of the stage.
OK, I thought, here's were I get booted out of school for a bit. I kept walking towards her, eyes glued to her feet. She didn't know I was coming, she kept up the harsh talk. I was right behind her all poised to strike.
I had to, I just had to, so I said, as I moved my fingers toward her feet; "Someone needs to lighten up and laugh a bit." Almost the very second my fingers started scratching the sole of her nyloned foot, she shrieked and popped up from her sitting position.
I grabbed her ankle and kept tickling her foot as she tried to pull away, twisting and turning while laughing and screaming a bit. The cast started to laugh and clap as she was trying to crawl away as the tickling continued.
She started to pound the stage with her fist while begging me to stop, still trying to pull away. It had been going on for about 30 seconds, when it looked as though she was getting annoyed, no MAD. So I thought it would be a good time to stop.
I let go and as I walked away I said; "That's better. Nice to hear you laugh."
Then I took off quick to the backstage area.
My fears were short lived however because she wasn't near as mad at me as I thought she would be. No time out from school, just a talking to by JM. Though she never did say don't you ever do that again.
Later in the year she would find that she made a mistake by not doing so.
The Drama Teacher, who we will call JM, talked me into at least sticking around until her first play was given. She wanted me to be her technical director. That basically means if there was something, anything wrong, it was either my fault or my job to fix it.
JM, was in her 30's, blond and friendly to her students, even more so to her special students. people that worked hard. The best thing about JM was the first thing to be cast off were her shoes. She would run to and from sliding across the floor with her Nylons. her feet were very long and narrow, but still had a very high arch.
After 6 weeks of hard work we were down to the last couple of rehearsals and JM wasn't happy. She always got nervous as the time grew close but she really wasn't happy. Though I had a small part in the play, my major job was getting lights and sets right.
She was sitting on the stage with her back to the seats as I walked down the aisle, she was being rather stern. But I noticed that she was sitting on her legs with her feet hanging off the edge of the stage.
OK, I thought, here's were I get booted out of school for a bit. I kept walking towards her, eyes glued to her feet. She didn't know I was coming, she kept up the harsh talk. I was right behind her all poised to strike.
I had to, I just had to, so I said, as I moved my fingers toward her feet; "Someone needs to lighten up and laugh a bit." Almost the very second my fingers started scratching the sole of her nyloned foot, she shrieked and popped up from her sitting position.
I grabbed her ankle and kept tickling her foot as she tried to pull away, twisting and turning while laughing and screaming a bit. The cast started to laugh and clap as she was trying to crawl away as the tickling continued.
She started to pound the stage with her fist while begging me to stop, still trying to pull away. It had been going on for about 30 seconds, when it looked as though she was getting annoyed, no MAD. So I thought it would be a good time to stop.
I let go and as I walked away I said; "That's better. Nice to hear you laugh."
Then I took off quick to the backstage area.
My fears were short lived however because she wasn't near as mad at me as I thought she would be. No time out from school, just a talking to by JM. Though she never did say don't you ever do that again.
Later in the year she would find that she made a mistake by not doing so.
