The dress rehersal is coming, the final performance looms over me like death’s scythe!!!! EVALUATIONS FORMS are upon me like crazed, rabid, wildebeests!!!
Will they laugh, will they cry? Perhaps there will be teeth gnashing and clothing will be torn assunder!
My genius shall knock them out of their literal and metaphorical chairs, laughing, when highly appropriate, and as previously mentioned, weeping in response to my touching and powerful mastery of emotion and language intertwined.
I will open my mouth and high pitched pig squeals will leap from my lips and stab all of my classmates to death…death by ear drum piercing.
My more pressing concern, however, is that I do not sound like this…….