*Hugs* Don't let her tell you what to do. You'll look best in what you feel comfortable in, right? At least, that's my experience. If you do something new and daring you spend half the time worrying about how you look and don't have fun at all

I need a hug. I feel like killing my drama teacher right now. I'll tell you why, if anyone's interested.
Ok, so we have been rehearsing a play for quite a while now and the performance is in a couple of days, followed by an exam on Sunday. I have practiced so much for this play, got my sister to help me rehearse the script in our free time, organised private rehearsals with my friends, and I know my lines now to the point when I don't have to think about them when I say them. And you'd have thought our teacher, being a trained drama teacher with a hell of a lot of experience, would see that, right?
Wrong. She didn't seem to be able to think of a
single good thing to say about me. Instead, and this is the really stupid part, she went on about how I "seem to know my lines, but only just"
And I'm listening to all this going "What??" and literally shrinking inside. I'm too shy to speak up so I didn't mention anything at the time, but it made me want to cry. This part that I'd spent so much time and hard work practising and practising, and it all went
completely and utterly unnoticed.
And you know why? Because of the
stupid, idiotic boy I share a scene with.
He hasn't learned his lines properly, meaning when it gets to his part he just spouts a load of random crap,
gets away with it, and leaves me dangling without a que. Without him getting his lines right, I have no idea what
my lines are. And beacuse of his laziness,
I get all the blame.
I really don't know what to do. I sometimes wonder why I bother.