My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

8/27/11

Three weeks of school are gone. Where does time go? I swear, I'm gonna blink and be a freshman in college( there's a scary thought).

Lock-in was last night. I got home at 6 this morning.

It was fun. I'm glad I went, I really am. But I don't think it quite measured up to what everyone said. Plus all the seniors kind of dominated everything, and us sophmores got pushed to the back. And I'm still not really friends with any of them.

Sidetrack: There is something that has really been bothering me. S has a friend who is involved in theatre, and anytime any of the older thespians pass him in the hallway he'll wave or say hi or give them a hug, and most of the others in our grade do this too. But for some reason, all the older kids seem intent on ignoring me. When I walk with S's friend, and one of them passes, they'll say hi to him but not me. And I know they know me, because we've been inducted into the group. S's friend wasn't even in the class last year, and he wasn't inducted. So why favor him? And everyone else, for that matter?

Also, I want to explain my view of theatre people, because it makes me sad.

The way I see it, there are two types of theatre people: the I-want-attention-and-to-hang-out-with-my-friends theatre people, and the I-enjoy-watching-plays-and-legitimately-care-the-shows theatre people. And guys, the former are taking over the the thespian group. And it's ruining it for the others, like me and S. I love musicals and plays, and I'm sick of people getting roles in the school productions because they want attention. When I am around "theatre people" I expect them to at least know what I mean when I talk about Gypsy.(Which, not that anyone cares, is now one of my favorite movies. I'm hoping to see it live at one of the community theatres soon. It's amazing.)

Anyway! Back to lock-in.

The night before was when the anxiety really hit. It's like my stomach clenched and adrenaline ran through my veins and I couldn't stop thinking. All I really want is for my mind to have peace for a while. It gets to the point that I feel like my head is going to explode from everything. I just want to stop thinking.

So I felt more excited yesterday. All day at school I was looking forward to it. I wasn't even nervous when we arrived.

The whole thing was basically eight hours of games with 50 people. They said there were a lot more people this year than before. I was kind of afraid to play, because the seniors were all so experienced, and even though they said no one would judge, I still feel like they would.

The best part by far came around midnight, when we started a sort of role playing game. The teacher said that in the situation we were exploring a cave, and it might be dangerous. So we crawled through the theater, and these people dressed in black wearing masks kept jumping out at us and growling and it was really creepy, especially since they turned off all the lights, and I'm afraid of the dark.

Anyway, they gathered us on the stage with the lights still off and told us that as explorers we had reached a poisonus net. Picture this: in the middle of a stage, two ten foot tall poles, about ten feet apart, and between them, a pattern of rope that creates different sized holes. Then picture 50 people standing behind it, with the creepy people-creatures still stalking around the theatre, beating on walls, and walking up right behind us. You should have heard them scream.

Our instructions were to get everyone across, only using each hole three times. If you touch the net, you die. Keep in mind, some of these holes are six feet up, so we had to lift people through without them touching. And the longer we take, the closer the creatures get.

So we started by having one person crawl through, then getting a few strong people on each side and movin the small people through the small holes. I spent the first half of the game clinging to S and her friend, trying not to look back at the creatures that kept stalking behind us. It didn't help that I was in the very back. But some of the juniors stood in back and told us to stay linked so they couldn't take us away. They got one of the seniors at one point, but she escaped. Then they took the thespian president, and everyone freaked out. A few people dies going through the net, and eventually one of the lifters accidentally touched it, and only half the people were across. So S and I stepped up and helped lift. We ended up sort of being leaders for our side, an I almost got stuck on that side, because I was third to last. It felt nice being helpful though.