Thursday night was Open House at the school, and the band director aka director of the musical handed me the piano and vocal scores for this year’s musical. I’m sure that 2 years ago when I got the score for Grease I was freaking out as much as I am now (Holy Heck, What Have I Gotten Myself Into??), but that turned out OK, so this will, too. I hope. 10 weeks from now, we’ll know.
Friday at noon, I got a phone call from the school nurse. Will had been pushed into a fence and had a scraped up wrist. I think it’s pretty nasty looking, but then, I’m a wimp. It didn’t need stitches or anything, but he had tried to go eat lunch and started to feel sick to his stomach, and when I got there, he was pretty pale and sweaty-looking. Kinda shocky. I wasn’t at all surprised by the identity of the young man that had pushed Will. He’s on their football team and Mark said this young man thinks it’s funny to just randomly push his teammates.