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together, running our lines together. Oh, pure joy!
    But before I get carried away, this might be as good a place as any to put in a little synopsis of the show. I do this not out of disrespect for you, dear reader, but simply as one who understands and has witnessed firsthand the inadequate education in this country.
    The Pajama Game
    Sid Sorokin (yours truly!) comes to town to run the Sleep-Tite Pajama Factory. His job is to get the factory running up to snuff and to keep the angry workers from going on strike. The leader of the union, Babe (Miranda—of course!) riles up the workers and challenges Sid’s authority. Of course, in no time, both Sid and Babe have feelings for each other, but their romance is forbidden because they’re on opposite sides of the conflict. Sid has to fire Babe, and their relationship is seemingly over. But then Sid learns, after an amazing dance number with Gladys (the secretary), that the boss is hiding money that was supposed to be a part of the workers’ raises. Sid (me!) saves the day, and he and Babe dance a final number and live happily ever after.
    Today during luncheon I met up with Mr. Wexler, the director of the musical. My original plan was to run lines from the show in the library, but Chollie Muller was there with Miranda. I was still a bit bitter about Chollie and Miranda working together. And then I saw that roisterer 10 Sam Dolan in the library (he must’ve been lost), and I just couldn’t take it. Fortunately, Mr. Wexler lets me stop by his room whenever I’m bored at school.
    Personally, I think Mr. Wexler does an admirable job with the school musical, though some of my classmates would beg to differ. I’m not saying he’s ready for the bright lights of Broadway, but I think he understands the level of talent at Penn Valley and works well with it. After all, if he casts yours truly for the lead, one can’t help but agree Mr. Wexler knows what he’s doing.
    My only concern is Mr. Wexler’s incessant obsession with having non-theatre people in the musical. I understand there is a dearth of males willing to go up on the stage, but opening up the auditions to jocks, troublemakers, and other intellectually inferior peers? Give me a break. Mr. Wexler has this idea it would broaden our appeal to the student population if we had a more diverse cast. I didn’t want to argue with Mr. Wexler, especially before auditions, so I just nodded thoughtfully while Knuckles and Moose waited patiently in the wings.
    Such are the sacrifices one must make in order to get ahead in the sordid world of the theatre.

SAM
    We got Dad a whole bunch of old
Saturday Night Live
DVDs for Christmas. Since he mentioned it about a zillion times, it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he’s still really excited about it. I’m dying to watch
The
Best of John Belushi
after dinner, but I have this student council speech to write. Dad is bummed when I tell him I won’t be joining him for our movie. But a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. So I dump my empty plate in the sink and I go right up to my room and get to work. If I want to get closer to Miranda, this is really important, especially since the lab partner thing didn’t work out.
    Just thinking about the lab partner thing gets me all worked up again. I can’t believe Miranda got stuck with Chollie Muller. I mean, he’s an okay guy and all, but watching them work together in the library, I can’t help but think that she could’ve been working with me. She’d have such a better time. I’d have her laughing with some of the stories from “Watch This!” In fact, I think Miranda was in the school yard when Eric Dobson shouted, “Watch this!” and tried to shinny up the flagpole only to slide down right on his butt. Instead, I’m doing a dumb report on the dumb yak with dumb Erica Dickerson.
    So, like I said, this homeroom representative