Each school was represented by a pair of teachers (or administrators, or guidance counselors, etc). Our district has two high schools, two middle schools, and seven elementary schools. HSE had the only actual couple (the Magnianis; a health teacher and a guidance counselor), and one of the elementaries had a couple comprised of two girls, which was interesting to say the least. Especially when you're standing next to a fellow techie who's muttering 'dyke' every three seconds throughout their second song, when one of them was wearing a men's-style suit. Well, he gave me someone to hit.
My job was ridiculously easy. I basically just sat next to a projector screen for about twenty minutes, then put the cover back on at the end. During intermission, I did the same thing, only I didn't have to stay sitting next to it. For the rest of the time, I sat with Russ in the lighting booth.
The auditorium was literally packed. That's never, ever happened, especially not for a fundraiser. The only other time I've ever seen a packed house is for a graduation ceremony. Oh, quick run down of our auditorium: orchestra section, plus huge balcony section, equals about 1600 seats. That's a whole lot of people. They told Jim (techie guru employed by the district to run lights and sound on a regular basis) that they weren't going to sell the balcony, so the sound setup was shit. It was glaringly loud in the front by the pit, and muffled to the point of people complaining in the balcony (so Jim and Alex, the student running the board, were given hell, I'm sure).
The next day, I got to go help with stage crew. Jim had a bunch of us come in and help fix up the lights for the music concerts in two weeks. We moved some instruments to the lecture hall, and got to do stuff on the catwalk. If you ever have a fear of heights, come hang out on the catwalk above our auditorium sometime.
Best killers of any fears (or awakeners, depending on your disposition):
- Moving around quickly on the left side of the further half
- Trying to get from the top of the ladder from the further half to the grating connected to the projector room without someone to grab your hand as you leap
But most importantly we started cleaning up 601! (Our shop) The giant, badly made cubes that have been used maybe twice and are just taking up space (they're three feet cubed) were dismantled so they're three feet square and six inches in the other direction. That, in and of itself, is a whole lot of progress if you ask me.
Anyway. Backtracking a bit, for my real rant of the day:
I had a lot of trouble convincing my dad to let me go on Friday night. He wanted me to go to services at Temple. I go every single week I'm with him, unless I've got a play or something religious. And the plays he gives me hell for, most of the time. I had to beg, three times, for him to allow me to go and volunteer this weekend.
I'm turning 18 in two months! Most teenagers my age or even younger just tell their parents "good bye, I'm leaving" on a Friday night, and their parents are lucky if they're not going to a party to drink and get high! I had to beg my father for permission to go volunteer.
Does anyone else see what's wrong with that?
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