Oh joy of joy's !/ End sarcasm./
/Begin Rant./
As an A-level student, should I feel slightly insulted that a GCSE text has been chosen for us to perform for our final practical exam? Yes. I think I am, and I'm not easily offended. But all in all my experience of Alevel Theatre Studies has been shite.
Now, I would not mind, yet in my absolute honest opinion, I don't like this play, in my honest belief it is the worst pile of sentimental crap that ever made it into the published and performed world.
Admittedly the storyline is OK. But it is for GCSE students, not even that! It is a discontinued GCSE text! Last used [at my school] in the grand old year of 1998.
Nothing HAPPENS. There's a dumbass guy, has operation, gets sentimentally attached to a lab mouse, gets smart, falls in love, mouse dies, he gets dumb again, and everyone cries abit. Oh and please put some flowers on Algernons grave. But, I'm OK with all this. Even though I wanted to do Fear and Misrey of the Third Riech, which is much more dramatically challenging piece. But I was reassured that the teacher did not want to see this play again, and with two girls having been in Brecht style in the previous practical examination and my general 'trying not to be argumentative' guess who gets there own way? But then what happens? A group in the other class get to do the stupid Brecht play. And what's more, the girl who really wanted to do 'Flowers for Algernon' and was rather persistant in this, and really determined to be quite disagrable may not be able to take part due to illness. So NOW, I don't even get to be the part[s] [I had the rest of the characters which I wanted to be! I have to be stupid Miss Kininnian. Which I am persistantly told is good, because it's a larger role.
ER. NO. IT IS NOT. It is infact SHORTER, because of the amounts we have cut so it fits into the time limit of 20 something minutes. But despite the guy in our group of 5 maybe going down to 4, and I quote
" I can't see Cecil* being Miss K., I think she should be one of the doctors..." Insert me nodding. Insert doctor actor "Oh no! We can't do that! I've all ready started learning my lines!"
*Cecil: Very odd nickname I've been perscribed with, by very odd people at school.
Well hmm, I guess I haven't started learning any of my lines AT ALL have I?
They have learnt a whole of ONE scene. Two at a push. It's laughable. Oh and less I forget-
"If you don't like being Miss K. just say, don't go being all polite. If you don't like it just say!"
So I did. I also said that I didn't like the ENTIRE play.
"Ahh, now don't over do it!" HA HA HA.
I'm sorry? Was I joking? Apparently yes I was, so join in laughing and get in with it.
As you maybe able to tell, I am ever so slightly peeved off with the whole damn thing, and considering the amount of stress that was caused over the devised in November [SO many arguments, I would just come home and cry.] and wonder why the hell I am actually doing drama. But of course, you have to make the best of these things haven't you! Yes. Because it's all about making the overall majority happy, and because it is 4/3 to 1. I understand I'm fighting a losing corner, and resigned We shall be, going to be, WILL be doing 'Flowers for Algernon'. OH the fantastic, praised be, 'Flowers for Algernon'
Yes I am probably being adolsent and rather 'throwing the toys out of the pram' right now, but I is NOT happy, and want to apolgiese if my 'PC' ness has slipped. And that I am ranting a fair old bit. Yet, since I'm not being listened too anywhere else, and as always the annoying "Keep your chin up kid! Your an actor, work it too your advantage" line is repeated. It is slowly more and more aggravating. I don't wish to lose it at the group and cause tension. And none of this is helped by the stupid allergic reaction I am having to plasters. My whole ankle and finger have entirely swollen, and incredibly itchy.
/End Rant.
Sometimes, you just need to get everything off your chest. Take a big breath, smile and you know what? I feel really better all ready. 
