I spent this afternoon with both my father and my mother, in the same room. They, jointly, told me that I need to shape up. They're going to treat me punatively, for the first time in a while.
Oh, backtrack: my economics teacher called home on Monday. I had a 35. That was, as you might expect, a bit of an issue. I dodged the bullet of super late papers and got the stuff in, and now that I'm out of the fire, they talked to me about it.
Long and short of it: they're going to be checking my homework every now and then. And, (and this is the worst of it,) they're not letting me do stagecrew for this coming quarter. I hope the company will let me help out on the nights of, and that they'll let me go to the cast parties.
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