theatre blues

Before class even started I heard the rumors. The rumors about how he was “psycho” “picky” and “an annoying old man.” But, being the person I am, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and make my own opinions about him. However, my conclusion turned out to be the exact same as everyone else’s; my theatre teacher is a psychotic, picky, and annoying old man. For one, he insists that we have class in the theatre building, because of the “essence” of the building. Honestly, such bull shit. (Sorry, Kelly! If you met the guy you would understand where I’m coming from…) This guy just wants us to walk all the way over there for fun. Room 206 in the theatre building does not have any different “essence” about it, other than the fact that it’s far away from everything else. It’s a classroom. That’s all.

On another note, today he decided to talk about “audience etiquette” for 30 minutes. “Don’t talk or text while a performance is going on” “Don’t eat a jolly rancher because the wrapper will distract everyone” “Don’t make noise” “Don’t arrive late” “Don’t expect to be let into a performance if you’re late” blah blah blah. Thanks for the lecture Pops, but I am not a delinquent that lacks in basic manners. I know how to act, I know the basic rules of going to a performance. It is NOT rocket science. The other 50 minutes of class was spent listening to him rant about how much he hates Microsoft and how we shouldn’t use Microsoft to type our critic papers. Why, you ask? Because the settings have to be changed for his paper requirements. Okay, I can change them, what is the big deal? There is none. He just insists on going on rants and being really nitpicky about his class. This man used 80 minutes of my day to rant, so I find it only fitting to make him my blog topic for this week so I can rant about him. Too bad he won’t know how I feel though.

Bottom line: I highly discourage you taking William Peeler’s class. Get your fine arts credit elsewhere.