My Cardboard Balcony

I miss theater. I say that a lot, especially immediately after I've seen a show. I miss acting. I miss working tech. I miss seeing my words come to life onstage. I want to get involved in that world again - and in music as well. I just feel like I can't anymore. When I first decided to be an English teacher, I figured that my time after school would remain mostly available, save for some paper grading sessions. One of my New Year's resolutions, in fact, was to get involved in theater again after such a long hiatus. The last time I was in a play, I was almost eighteen years old, so it's been over a decade. This thespian's a bit deprived here. What I didn't take into account, however, was the wrench thrown into my plans: I was hired as the yearbook adviser at the high school I work at. Yearbook takes an immense amount of time out of my day. Ideally, it wouldn't; my students would organize, design, write, and photograph the whole time, and my main job

A.I. Academic by Belinda Roddie "What sort of robot are you?" "A rather educated one."

Steve and Sebastian sealed the floors, slammed the shutters, and locked the doors. Steve and Sebastian were shut up tight, and they didn't want guests anymore. Carl and Christina kept their lights on, their fun nights long, and their voices in song. Steve and Sebastian didn't like it, but Carl and Christina stayed strong.