Central casting here. As students read various roles from the adaptation of the Odyssey, there was a crackling of pimply excitement in the auditorium. The rhymes were apparently "wack," but even though any of them could "smoke those rhymes," they decided that, well, overall it was "a'ight." Enough so that at the end of the day, many were "chillin'" in the halls waiting to see what part they'd received. The big stoner asked me if he had to "audition" for the lead or if he would just get it. I told him, that, well, he would need to come to school more often and less high if he wanted to even get a speaking line. Kind of amazed me that he thought he might get the lead. Meanwhile, one of the big ol' bloods read so well. He was perfect. Nice typecasting on my part, but, well, it works.

There was a lot of chatter about the costumes and the music. Overall, they are pumped. Expectations are high. Now if only, if only, we could get a little discipline in between all those egos. Sheesh. We didn't even make it through the cold read. Took nearly 20 minutes to decide how a script might be different than a poem.

Oh well. Three days until vacation. Not that I'm counting or anything...