I've just decided upon my creative drama curriculum for next semester and it all happened in the admin entryway. It began as mockery, but then I decided it would be a good time. I will laugh for three entire months as we visit The Land of Cliche. That's right, each Thursday afternoon with the wacked out youth (Leaders of Tomorrow) will be spent by the drama wonders of dubious platitudes. "Don't Count Your Chickens" or "Your Face Will Freeze That Way" or "The Grass is Greener" and on and on. I think the problem in this world might be that they have been forced to speak only in such lingo because of a yet-to-be-named super villian and perhaps we'll have to convince Funk and Wagnall to help us out.
Send any wretched platitudes this way.
Posted by Ida at December 29, 2003 04:45 PM