Brittany Randall's Drama Top Ten

Top Ten Drama Mishaps

1.     With so many costume changes, it is impossible to be “modest”. There is always a possibility of getting “flashed” by someone else.

2.     Losing your pants…and finding them pushed in the back of a locker when doing stage cleanup the Sunday after the play.

3.     “Do Me Secular”. Making up new phrases that make no sense.

4.     Everyone teaming up to steal your pants again. Resort to locking your pants into your locker.

5.     Stepping on everyone’s feet. During practices, everyone goes without shoes, better for dancing.

6.     Running into people while coming off stage. Crowding around trying to see two people do their kiss can be very dangerous.

7.     Getting your costumes mixed up. When your pants are way too big and someone else’s are way too small, you know something’s wrong.

8.     Make up. Freshmen and new guys don’t understand that EVERYONE needs makeup. Otherwise, you’ll look too white or shiny. It’s part of drama…get over it.

9.      Drawing on the backstage walls. Not cool. Mr. Stiles will rip you to shreds. You’ll be the one all nice and snug under the stage in the coffin.

10.  Shut up. People pay to watch the show. Not listen to some catfight (about hairspray) backstage.

By Brittany Randall

Top Ten Things That Irk Mr. Morris

Ten Things That are Guaranteed to Irk Mr. Morris

·        Leave a debate tournament with another team to go to Sonic. If you really want to get on his nerves, follow the example of a former debate student and don’t tell him or anybody else that you are leaving.

·        Claim that the zombie apocalypse will never happen. Bonus points for claiming that he would not survive a hypothetical zombie apocalypse.

·        “The Truth” commercials. Insist that without these wonderful commercials, nobody would know the truth about anything. 

·        Sit in his rolling chair. You are guaranteed to get a solid reprimand if you so much as touch the fibers of his beloved throne.

·        Pull pages off of his one day at a time calendar. “It’s October 20^th? Not anymore! Hello October 21^st!”                                                                                             

·        Bring food into his classroom. Pro tip: bring Nutella.

·        Draw on his whiteboard. The hard part is finding his Expo markers.

·        Comment on how often he changes his computer backgrounds. Though he doesn’t change them often, commenting on it every time you enter his classroom is sure to push a button.

·        Complain that his room smells because of him.

·        Draw on his sticky notes and note pads. Pro tip: make a flip animation short using his “I Love Jim” note pad.

by Siri McGuire

Top Ten Best Things About Being a Drum Major

Top Ten Things Best Things About Being Drum Major

1.     I get to wear a cape.

2.     I get to crash the cymbals.

3.     I am able to verbally abuse band members all the time.

4.     Without a uniform top on, I look like an Oompa-Loompa.

5.     Always criticizing freshmen.

6.     The potential (and perpetual) power to stop a football game.

7.     I get to use a VERY loud whistle.

8.     I get a cool, white plume.

9.     I don’t have to march the drills.

10.   I get to wave my arms around a lot instead of playing an instrument.

by Ike Uri

Top Ten Driving Pet Peeves

Top Ten Things I Hate While Driving

            There are many little things that irritate me when I’m driving. Here are my top ten pet-peeves.

1.     Following someone who is going 10-15 mph under the speed limit in town.

2.     Trying to pass someone on the highway and they speed up while you’re passing them.

3.     Hitting every red light while driving through downtown.

4.     Always having to drive 20 mph on 11^th Street even when there is no school.

5.     Having to wait at the stoplight by Wal-Mart.

6.     Always having to drive through the construction on the highway.

7.     That awkward moment at a stop sign when you and another driver decide who will go first.

8.     People almost backing out into me on 6^th Street.

9.     People trying to drive in a foot of snow with two-wheel drive cars.

10.  Driving around the block to get to a parking spot, and once you get there, someone has already taken the spot you had your eye on.

by Blake Woellhof

Tunnel of Fun

When I was in elementary school I lived in a little town named Coloma, Wisconsin. Coloma was a town of 400 inhabitants. There were only two restaurants in the town, if you can even call them that considering one was a bar and the other was an A & W. There was one church and one elementary school with grades Kindergarten through sixth. There really weren’t very many activities for kids. So one summer morning my brother and Laura, one of his friends, decided that we should start digging. I really don’t know where we were digging to, but we ended up making a huge tunnel. The opening of the tunnel was eight feet in length, four feet in width and seven to eight feet deep. Looking at the tunnel from above ground and from a little kid’s point of view it was like a cave or a fort. Only children could enter our tunnel. I don’t know if that was necessarily the rule or if adults just couldn’t fit past the entry way. After expanding the tunnel we filled it with water and made our own mud bath. The mud bath was fun until we realized that we had to rinse off before going in the house. My mother sprayed us all down with freezing cold water…Brrrr. We finally convinced my mom to let us rinse off in the little pool we had in the back yard. Ugh…why didn’t we think of that sooner?

By Suzanne Carlgren

Peeing My Pants

By the time I reached elementary school, I was potty trained. I hope everyone is. But when a teacher says, “You can’t go to the bathroom until this time,” you hold your bladder until that time. Well, I wasn’t a very good listener.   

During 3^rd grade, my P.E. class had to do some kind of running test out on the playground. I really had to pee, but I had thought my P.E. teacher told us we couldn’t use the bathroom until AFTER the running test. I really had to go, but I figured I could hold it. We had to run in pairs, and my best friend, Liz and I paired up. I knew I wouldn’t beat her, since she was a BEAST, but I tried hard. We had to run the entire length of the blacktop and back in under a minute. We did it three times. I was being beaten badly by Liz every time.

Right before we did it the third time, I really had to go “relieve” myself. Looking back, I’m glad we were the last pair to run, especially after what happened next. Someone on the sideline was talking about how thirsty they were, and I was straining to control my bladder. Suddenly, Liz leaned in and told me some joke about someone running in front of us, and I start laughing. I laughed so hard that the flood gates opened. I start crying, and the P.E. teacher rushed over. Liz just laughed.

I knew I called Liz my best friend for a reason because she helped me into the building and waited with me until my mom came to the nurse’s office with a clean pair of shorts and underwear. That is when I learned what a best friend really is, and Liz was a best friend. Sticking with your friends, through thick and thin, or even through urine-soaked pants, that’s what a true friend is. Liz and I are still close, and I’m glad for that.

By Brittany Randall

Stuck in the Mud

It was a cold rainy day in Concordia. I was a first grader in Mrs. Walters’ class. We were not allowed to go outside for recess that day because the playground had turned to mud. When the bell rang and we stepped outside the rain stopped and I took off on my journey to the babysitter’s. I was walking on the black top when I saw all the kids standing around the big mud puddle on the soccer field. I walked over and asked what was going on. They told me that they were going to walk across it because the mud wasn’t very deep. I told them I would cross it too because it would make my walk shorter. They told me to go across it first and they would follow. I started across the mud and immediately started to sink. I tried to move, but I felt like I was in quicksand. I fell to my knees. I turned around to see all of the older kids staring and laughing hysterically at me. I tried my hardest to get unstuck but my boots came off, and I had to pick them up and crawl out of the mud.  As soon as I was out of the mud, I ran as fast as I could to the babysitter’s knowing that I was about to be in huge trouble!

By Trent Tholstrup