But for now: RANTING.
The other day, I was directing a scene for a play I'm doing outside of school. Now, one of the girls (let's call her... SchmAlice) in this scene finds acting a little difficult- which we excuse her for. English isn't her first language and she struggles reading the script a bit, so we take things a bit slowly with her.
But in this scene, she was being a bit more mumble-y and quiet than usual.
I tried to be encouraging and positive, saying supportive things like "Come on! A bit louder than that! You can do it!" but she just couldn't seem to do it.
A FULL HOUR LATER, we were still practising that scene, and by this time I was... a little less positive.
"Come ON! Just speak louder!! SchmAlice, you need to be clearer! For Christ's sakes, I CAN'T HEAR YOU AND I'M A METRE AWAY! Speak up!!"
And what she did next... dear God, I nearly exploded with rage.
She turned to me, all bubbly and bright, and announced: "Sure, lemme just put my gum in the bin!"
I almost killed her on the spot. For an HOUR, we'd been practising that scene. A WHOLE HOUR. No wonder she'd sounded mumble-y and crap, if for the WHOLE TIME, she'd been chewing a stick of gum! AN ENTIRE HOUR!!!
At that precise moment, my face looked something like this.
And the moral of the story? There isn't one. Go home.