My mime teacher sayed we had to pretend to do something impossible. I imidiatly thought magic. So did everyone else thou. (they mimed it) I had to do it with a girl who can`t speak loudly no matter how she tries (I`ve had nightmares about me not being able scream loudly. Poor girl.) An the mime treacher had the music really loud! defening! That stunk, but i went on. My beginning was ok (drematicly pull a rabbit out of a hat, cut and restored rope and appearing dove then i threw everything over my shoulder like they were junk- mimed) I told him to turn the music off at a cirtian point and he didn`t! I had a row with him, and he refused even thou he promised. Well i had to shout at the top of my lungs to raise how drimatic this speech was. Didn`t really work. I sayed/screamed that thats not the kind of magician, and i`m more of a geek magician. My next trick was the first one i ever learned: Needles thru thumb. I took out the first needle, hesetated for a few seconds (Stupid circus music booming in the backround) and stuck the first one in. I`m really good at pretending to be in pain. Must have looked really dumb with he music. After that i made another speech about it being just a trick, threw the hanky into my class, bowed, and walked off. Then the jerk sayed he didn`t like it because i didn`t drimaticly do everything. Then he did it invisibly, and he wanted me to be like a magician called peperoni or something. No pain, no faces twisting in horror, happy circus music, NOT MY STYLE!!! He wanted me to just look blanky at the class. I`ve just been stabbed! Of corse i`m going to start crumbling up in pain. He`s so arogant. He acts and lookes like a gray haired version of Graim Norton.
I that wasn`t enough, Thsi is worse, and what i`m asking about. When the lesson started, he asked what an illusionist is. I sayed precicly what it was, and sayed i was one. Then this bimbo in my class sayed you want to be one, but you never will. The Nerve! I was going to say, well, by the way your dressed, i think you want to be a prostitute. And you probebly will. But instead i just gave her a cheesed off look, and turned my head. She Dose this so mutch! I`ve tried talking to her but she jsut goes Blablabla, and walkes away using her hand as a puppet to illustrate speech. Picture this: When she goes to music, she runs to the piano and starts banging it. I can play piano, and i can`t because nobody`s alloud to go near it after mrs. micro brain has been there. Her whole life is based around ruining mine. By the way, i`m a girl too, so i can do some stuff that guys could never do. (break her empty skull for instance