You may or may not know, I am going to a theatre program outside of my school to participate in a production of “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.”
Last Thursday, I followed my usual routine. I rode the bus after school, listened to the escapades of fellow high schoolers, and sat in the library.
I sat in the library for my standard wait time of an hour and forty minutes, then I trudged to the school for rehearsal. We’ve been getting a lot of rain lately, so this particular walk left me cold, damp, and disgruntled.
I did finally get to the school, though, shivering a bit, but ready to work. I flipped my hood off, my hand closed around the clammy, cold metal of the door handle, I pulled…and it was locked.
I pulled again, under do delusion of my own strength, but, no, it was truly locked. A friend–we’ll call him Theatre Joker, TJ for short–came up just then.
TJ: Wait, you’re here? There’s no play practice tonight.
I was already dialing Dad’s number as TJ spoke. Me: Yes, so I gathered.
TJ: Oh! No one told you! It was announced during sixth period today!
So, yeah. I was stranded at the school, over 60 miles from home. You may ask, “Stranded? Surely you weren’t stranded. You have people who can drive, just call a family member!”
No, dear friends, I was stranded. See, this particular day, the truck broke down, so we were down a vehicle. Dad had a board meeting, and the rest of the family was at my Younger Brothers’ school for a Halloween Carnival an hour and a half away.
So, yes, I was stranded. I called Dad, who told me to call Mom, who, when I finally reached her, was dealing with a sick Youngest Brother–at the Carnival.
Mom was great about it. She rounded up the boys and got them out as quick as she could, took them home, and started north to get me.
Meanwhile, at the school, I discovered a Band Concert was being set up. So, I did what I could to help set that up, sat down, and watched it.
On the upside, the bands were pretty good.
Mom got there right as the concert ended–about eight o’clock, which is how late my rehearsals would usually go–so it all worked out in the end.
But it wasn’t a very great night for anyone.