R.I.P Polly The Flamingo.

So Last night was the back to school dance. We had about 48 people show up to party. Plus Polly… Well until she got murdered. 

Yes, She was sitting in a tree in the student center and someone accisently popped her. She started to deflat and I knew it was over for my pink little friend. Through out the night people honored Polly by dancing with her, jumping over her and aacting like she was a prop. We will miss her but her week at NACC will be remembered.

We talked, played ball, ate lots of food and danced the night away!!

Three more days till I find out wwhat or who I am in Death of a Salesman.  I’m getting nervous now… Hopefully I’ll be cast… but if not it will be ok. 

So until next time: What is this from?

 

 You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels.

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