60 Years Are Too Many: Last Day

     29 May 2026

        Wouldn't it have been cool if I had thought to track every day of the school year?

        The only reason I've been able to write this much is because we're post musical, kids stopped attending and my mental health needed something. I couldn't write new or altered lesson plans because I never knew who was going to show up every day, and when only two kids---or one---shows up the last two weeks of school, there really isn't any lesson plan in theatre you can create. Do not come at me with slam poetry or original monologues: I didn't know which two or which one would show up. Just stop. I'm a professional, and believe me: I tried every single game/exercize/...ad infinitum.

        The headache is pretty consistent though. End of year stuff is always fun. I can count on a cough, a UTI or a yeast infection. The headache is a new touch.

        When I pulled in this morning they were already unloading the theatre. I watched my flats and lumber get loaded into a truck. Hope it comes back, lumber is expensive. That ply that we use for platforms is $40 a sheet. Dude.

        Axios scoops and reports from his source Jared Kushner and the ritual is the same every week...he's manipulating the stock market and we all know it. It's Thursday. There is a peace agreement and cease fire just around the corner, place your bets.

        What's sad is that so many are compliant in this, out of fear or greed. He and his corrupt cronies need to be ousted. OUT. OUT. The Little Boy Who Cried Wolf was ostracized and allowed to be killed because the village was tired of him being A Big Fat Liar.

        Hold on. Did they let him die? 

        Worse. Aesop let the wolf eat the sheep as the boy hollered and was ignored. The boy survives to "learn his lesson". But the community's sheep were wiped out.

        Damn.

        I'll let that settle. That fable is a little too close to home right now. And I am a sheep in that story.

        Listen to some hold music in your head for a minute.

        Ok.

        So they're loading out all my lumber and flats and they took down the wood cubbies someone built years ago. So...maybe they are going to install a vacuum in the shop wall. I got two different stories and shrugged at them both. The vaccum wall approach caused a fire at another high school last year during their performance, so I'm pretty sure that's the choice they are making. 

        Dear Readers, all six of you, we well know I'm not there to stay. So I don't much care.

        Unless I win the lottery this summer, I'll go back next year to attempt to finish what I started against a renovation that will prevent a fall production. Just call me Sisyphus.

        Also, today is 29 May. If There Is A God, Trump will drop dead on Monday 1 June. In public. It has to be in public or they'll prop up his corpse and pretend he's still alive.

        A few weeks ago I was convinced This Was A Thing that had happend with Stalin, or Pole Pot or Ceausescus , or some dictator that had been propped up after death. Not like Mussolini who was dragged and torn apart, which sounds great. Or like Lenin who laid in state--I think he's still there---but the only one I found was some Asian guy in the 1700's (I think) who died and they kept schlepping him around in his carriage all over the country, throwing fish into the carriage to mask the smell.  

        Of course I do not remember his name or year or country and now I can't find it, but it happened and it was real.

        My point is, I believe that unless he drops in front of cameras, they will cover it up. They believe we're pretty stupid---and we've done nothing to disprove their hypothosis--so they could just prop him in the oval office and say "He's not sleeping, he's blinking". That will start a social media fire where nobody actually stops to check if he's breathing. I give it a few days before rigormortis sets in and they need a new plan.

        When that happens, all will be chaos. They do not have anyone ready to lead, and we don't have anyone ready to lead. I don't trust Newsom. Sorry, buddy. I trust Pritzker a bit more. I trust Buttieieg but they can't support him as a candidate 'cause he's gay and that's a bridge too far. Momdani might be a frontrunner. Their party is shattered, it will take a decade to rebuild. And even then, it will be two parties, 'cause the OG republicans and MAGA have split.

        There will be no choice but a civil war. Which will suck, as the economy will collapse once the AI bubble pops and everyone wakes up to the Ponzi scheme of cryptocurrency and bitcoin. You idiots did this to us. You let yourselves be conned, you made them rich by handing over your money and now our entire economy is going to collapse.  Walk Away and let the adults take care of your mess, ok? Just...sit still and shut up.

        That took a turn, huh?

        So.

        Back to my day. 

        I sat and listened to the retiring teachers. One graduated from Kennedy in 1991, which is super cute, and he's been teaching 30 years.

        I graduated in 1984. 

        I'll pause while you imagine my reaction.

        Did you get "kryssi leaned over to her millennial colleague and said 'Fuck, he's younger than I am' to which her colleage bellowed laughter, and then passed it on to the choir teacher and texted the AP."         

        I'm not so sure it was that funny, but we're all pretty frazzled. 

        Then I got home and my dog bit me.

        More on that later.