I Quit!
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
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Grease
I quit my school play, 'Grease' when I was fifteen because I was bored, busy and had been asked to wear a stupid costume. I was never a fan of Grease anyway, I'm not sure why I auditioned in the first place.
I was one of six backing singers, our costume involved an electric pink skirt with crochets and quavers all over it. It looked tasteless and tacky, it was as static as a badger that had been blow-dried and we were expected to make them ourselves, in the spare time we no longer had because it was all dedicated to the play.
I was given the soprano part which was straining my voice, so I could barely speak when it came to telling the drama teacher, a week before the opening night, that I was quitting. I could have said what I really thought i.e. that she was a dictator in the style of Mussolini, that the play made me retch and the costumes were disgusting.
What I actually said was "really sorry... Geography coursework...have to concentrate on my studies"
She wasn't even cross!
( , Sat 24 May 2008, 1:13, Reply)
I quit my school play, 'Grease' when I was fifteen because I was bored, busy and had been asked to wear a stupid costume. I was never a fan of Grease anyway, I'm not sure why I auditioned in the first place.
I was one of six backing singers, our costume involved an electric pink skirt with crochets and quavers all over it. It looked tasteless and tacky, it was as static as a badger that had been blow-dried and we were expected to make them ourselves, in the spare time we no longer had because it was all dedicated to the play.
I was given the soprano part which was straining my voice, so I could barely speak when it came to telling the drama teacher, a week before the opening night, that I was quitting. I could have said what I really thought i.e. that she was a dictator in the style of Mussolini, that the play made me retch and the costumes were disgusting.
What I actually said was "really sorry... Geography coursework...have to concentrate on my studies"
She wasn't even cross!
( , Sat 24 May 2008, 1:13, Reply)
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