The play, a retelling of the Theseus myth, is more elaborate than last year's plays. We've got stage fighting and big blocks of scenery. We've got many, many lines for eleven year-olds to memorize. I'm stressing out a bit.
Why did I do that? Why did I give myself more work than I needed? Because I'm stupid. I can't just be the English teacher; I have to be the English teacher/writer/Renaissance man. Somebody reach your hand through the laptop screen and smack me, please. Keep me from doing something like this again, like having my eighth-graders perform Twelfth Night in the original text. Oh no, too late for that!
Smack!

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