Character Interview

Thoughts

I was blessed and landed this role a couple of months before our rehearsals actually began. I am playing the role of the jock and I wanted to build muscle to make myself look more like a wrestler, as Andrew is in the play. I have been consistently hitting the gym, three to four days a week for the last few months now and I have gained around ten pounds of muscle in doing so. My body has changed rapidly and I have outgrown a lot of my clothes. I am hoping that the Coterie will pay for some new jeans and shirts to fit my new wrestler's build. I won't cross my fingers though :)

Andrew's Mix Tape

Saturday

I wake up before my alarm goes off and jump out of bed to hit the shower. I get out to hear my alarm going off and see Mom trying to figure out how to shut it off. We eat breakfast as a family, me, Mom and Dad all having eggs, toast, burnt bacon and grits. I can hardly eat, but I stuff it down ‘cause I will need the energy. I get to the meet fifteen minutes early and I’m done stretching by the time my competition arrives. I dominate the meet only having two points scored against me all day. Dad cheers as if he just won the lottery. Mom claps even though she’s not really sure what’s going on. At night it’s party time. Stacey’s there. I don’t drink too much ‘cause I have to go to church and a weightlifting session in the morning. I listen to Stacey blabber for awhile before I ask her to go upstairs to Culver’s bedroom where I totally get to second base.

Friday

How can my alarm be going off?! I just fell asleep! God, I just wanna hit something. We have all the classes today except study period. Geography is a retarded video on continental drift. I redesign my notebook by using my eraser to rub off the color. Mr. Yama spouted off Japanese and tortured me by making me try a proof on the board. Some kids snickered until I shot them a death stare. Punks. In P.E. I tried handball. GAY! That’s not a real sport, although I was pretty good at it. In Science we watched a video of the students from last year shooting off rockets. It was pretty rad except the girl working the camera wasn’t quick enough to follow the rockets into the sky. In English we just talked about the play we read and how they really burned people who could swim. Those people were nutso. In Woods we raced our cars today. Mine broke. I don’t want to talk about it. In History we had the same substitute I had earlier in the week so we just talked about sports. No practice today. Just headed straight home. Dave came over and we played Top Gun on the Nintendo for a while, but neither of us could land the plane. We kept crashing in the ocean or overshooting the aircraft carrier. Stupid game. After that we met the boys at the mall, got some pizza and picked up some cassettes. I got Survivor even though I don’t think I’ll like anything but Eye of the Tiger. I get to bed pretty early. I’ve got to rest for the meet. I look at my Playboy before dozing off.

Thursday

In my own personal Hell my alarm goes off every two minutes for eternity. Cheerios again this morning. My mom tried to force cantaloupe on me, but I just can’t eat that stuff. Run through the parking lot. Also, in my own personal Hell Mr. Yama is my teacher, spouting Japanese algorithms. I am so tired I start fantasizing about him turning into a dragon and eating my father, or someone closely resembling my father. In Science Dave and I tried not to blow each other up completing our rocket. We launch next Tuesday. In study period we had a sub so I played win, lose or draw on the chalkboard. We just took notes in History. Apparently baseball was becoming America’s pastime. Practice was easier. We took it easy because of the meet on Saturday, but I still managed to beat a 185 pounder. Tacos for dinner! Totally rad! Called Stacey. She’s in for the party but can’t come to the meet ‘cause her little brother’s got basketball. Blah blah blah. I think I’ll study, wait, no I think I won’t. Duck Hunt, here I come.

Wednesday

My alarm doesn’t go off. I think I set it to P.M. Unfortunately Mom wakes me up anyway. She’s cooked me toast, but it’s wheat bread, which is not awesome. Even running through the parking lot I am still five minutes late, so I get Coach to write me a note so I don’t get in trouble. Geography, I just write notes to Stacey all block, saying she should come to the meet on Saturday and then Culver’s party that night. I didn’t get her response ‘cause Mrs. Breckenmeyer took the note and trashed it. I think I got it in the bag though. In P.E. I lifted weights again. My bench press is up to about 260 pounds. All the other non-athletic stooges played handball again. In English we finished the witch play. They killed John in the end, it was totally rad. In Woods I got to the point where I can sand my racecar. Should be a winning car. Practice was intense. I wanted to quit but at the same time I was dominating the other 170 pounders. I went out with the guys for pizza after practice. I tried to get Stacey to meet us there but her dad said she was eating dinner at home and wouldn’t let me talk to her. Jerk. I played Super Mario Bros. most of the night. Level eight is so annoying, but I beat it after four tries.