You're on my bad list today, Wendy Mortimer.

So I had a really bad day the other day. It was a busy weekend, straight through. I had my show twice, and all of the time that I wasn't in the show, I was either working on homework or filming for this T-Com student who's film I'm in. Saturday I had to show up at 5:45 for the play, (for fight call - there's a lot of combat in the play, so fight call is kind of early) and I didn't get out until 11 because a guy came to judicate the play. Once I got out, I was at Pita Pit from 12 midnight until 6:30 am. trying to film scenes for this T-Com student's project (we were only supposed to film from 1am to 2 or 3am. All this said, I had absolutely no time to put any work or research into my scene for Acting 3. So I came into class on Monday, tired as a dog and without much preparation other than having read the play and thought about the character a little bit. And my acting teacher, Wendy, pretty much ripped me a new one. She told me that if I came into a professional rehearsal like that, I'd be fired. She asked me, "you're never going to bring this kind of work again, are you?" "No ma'am," I replied. She pretty much stopped giving me notes and was only working with my partner. And the worst part was, I was making choices about the character, and she was confusing my acting choices as lethargy. It was just a bad, bad day. But fuck Wendy Mortimer, in the last scenes we did, my partner was having a bad day, so she just left the class, and Wendy sympathized with her. She let us go Friday instead of Wednesday that week. But here, I got completely reamed out. What if I had just left the class 'cause I wasn't feeling well? What, should I have just asked to go on Friday instead? WHAT THE FUCK WENDY, COME ON!!!!!