Renegade

man, got so little sleep last night. after YG, went to applebees w/ ken and todd and just chatted for a bit. talked about the YG and the whole situation w/ the 6th graders. basically, some of the 6th grade parent's weren't happy w/ the way that we were running the YG, so they decided to go off and start their own Bible study. they didn't even approach any of the elders, any of the deacons, ptim, or any of the sponsors. i mean, cmon, if you have a problem, talk to the people that you're having issue w/. don't just up and go and do your own thing. what kind of example to the kids?

afterwards, we went to dave's place and played some mario party 4. rene was all upset cause she says i'm too good at these games. lucky (or unluckily depending on the perspective), tod was my partner. and omg, he was TERRIBLE! granted, it was his first time playing the game, but the game is so freakin easy, it's not like it takes a lot of skill. so, despite rene's fears she ended up rocking us with 6 stars final. we came in 3rd with 2 stars.

we proceeded to play smash brothers melee till like 3am est. i knew i had to wake up the next day, so i went home and attempted to get some sleep. don't know why, but the past few days i've just had a terrible time getting to bed. i din't fall asleep till like 5.30am est. woke myself up around 7.30am est thinking that i had over slept. slept for another hour or so till the alarm woke me. and ran off to the parent's conference.

all in all, the parent's conference went really well. first time that i really spoke w/ ppt, so it was interesting. found that i din't really follow my notes all that much. pretty much just followed the order. it was a good wake up call the the parents, letting them know a bit about what their kids can/are doing and what they will be doing once they get to college. hee hee, if they think gaming is bad, wait till they start drinking or smoking in college. hopefully, the next conference will be just as successful.

i was so freakin tired, the moment i got home, i just went to bed. we finished the parent's conference around 3pm est. i slept until 8pm est. i was originally planning to go see Joyce (no, not that Joyce) perform in "lend me a tenor" but i had to write up my monologue.

speaking of which, here's the first draft:
Background

• It was sophomore year of college. Spencer and Wey are good friends, the best even. Spencer was always partying and drinking. Since Spencer was a good friend, Wey tried helping him out by helping him study and prepare for a final exam they both had.
• The day before their exam, Spencer decided to go off to some party with some friends in the city. Spencer then calls Wey around 3 AM and needs a ride back. Wey goes and gets him and stays with him throughout most of the morning, losing valuable sleep and study time.
• The next day, when they both were taking their exams, Wey does his best, while Spencer cheats off him. This hasn’t been the first time Spencer cheats off Wey, this actually happens a lot since they are both in the same classes.
• When they their final grades are posted, Spencer actually gets a higher grade, just bumping Wey out of contention of the Business School. Fed up by all his wasted efforts, Wey ends the friendship and concentrates on the next semester to try and get into the Business School again.
• Eight years later, Spencer calls up Wey and wants to try and reconcile the relationship. Spencer invited Wey to their old childhood hang out, the Dirt Path. This is part of his 12 step as a recovering alcoholic.


Monologue Setup

• Wey has a soliloquy of what Spencer is saying as we meet for the first time in eight years. It’s mostly small talk about our past and reminiscing of good times.
• Wey flat out rejects Spencer. Citing the reasons why he ended the friendship in the first place and how he’s moved on with his life. Wey also talks about how no matter what, he will hate Spencer for the rest of his life.


Part 1

It’s been eight years since I’ve seen this kid. I still remember how we first met. Wow, that was ages ago. This path has really changed over the years. Haven’t been out here since, what, high school? I can’t believe they’re going to clear this place and build town houses. The small path that we used to run around on in grade school, when we’d pretend to run away in junior high, thought this was the path to the Yukon; we didn’t even know where that was. We used to bring our girlfriends here in high school; the moon would shine right here, making a path of light. It was like we were walking to the moon itself. And then we’d used to get plastered … hey, there’s that tree that we used to pee on. Looks like its doing well. There’s the spot that we got into a fight on… what was it… freshman? no. sophomore year. It was such a stupid reason too. We definitely shared some good times together. Some bad times too, but we promised, no matter what happened, we’d be friends for life.


Part 2

Listen, I appreciate what you’re trying to say. But the reality is, I’ve moved on. Eight years ago, I would have died for you. I did everything for you. You knew we had an exam the next day. You knew how important that exam was for me. But no matter how much I tried, you couldn’t see that. It wasn’t the first time that it happened. And I’m sure, I’m sure, if we continued to be friends, it wouldn’t have been the last. Maybe I just don’t understand friendships or something. But isn’t a friendship supposed to work both ways? It seemed like all I was doing was giving and giving. I’d help you study, I’d let you cheat off me. And what do you do in response? You decide that it’s more important to go partying with Diana, knowing full well, mind you, that we had the same exam the next day. You knew that I needed this grade to pass. You knew that this was my future. And apparently, I wasn’t important enough for you to care about. Apparently, I was worth was one night of partying, one night of vomiting, and one night waiting in the fuckin’ emergency room while your stomach was being pumped. And you had the audacity to come in the next day with your “master plan”. You knew all along, while I was trying to help you study, that you were just gunna cheat off of me. No wonder you weren’t worried. Because of you, I almost got kicked out of school. Me! You’re the one that should’ve been kicked out of school. This same shit has been going on since high school. And you know what? I was tired of it. I was tired of you, tired of the late nights wondering if you’d even wake up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the way you were there for me during my Tragedy. But honestly? I hate you. I hate you for years. And the only way, the only way, the only way that I could move on was to tell myself that you were dead. And you think that whatever this change of heart or whatever you’re going through is going to change my mind? As if a simple “I’m sorry” is good enough to replace the years I wasted on you? Fuck you.


bah, still need to memorize Bible versuses.