Yesterday my speach and theater group had a performance at the school. My girlfriend was really looking forward to seeing it.
She was on a field trip for an ecology class and they got back late, it had just started. The asst principal wouldn’t let them in to the performance and made them sit in a classroom until it was over.
After the performance I saw my girlfriend and asked her what she thought of the play, she, crying, told me she missed it and why. She really wanted to see it, it really meant a lot to her.
So after I hug my gf and tell her its ok and after she stops crying I go find the asst principal.
He told me a very reasonable reason why they couldn’t go in, he said that the bus arrived at the time of the last scene and that he didn’t want 80 people filing into the play. They got there at 10 of 2. He said that if there was a space between scenes he would’ve let them in, but he was unable to let them in because there wasn’t.
I went to go see my gf and to make it up to her we went out to the movies and hung out for the rest of the day. We happened to stop in the school again a few hours later to pick up some stuff (there was a sports thing going on so the place was open).
At the school the principal comes up to us and says “We couldn’t let you in because there wasn’t another space between scenes.”
I nodded and realized that the asst principal had told the principal of the conversation I had with him earlier. Although neither apologized, I did find it some comfort that they had at least given us a real reason she couldn’t come see it.
After I got home I found that someone left a copy of a tape of the play on my door. I was happy and decided to see how it went.
In the middle of one person’s line one of the class bells rang. That started me thinking… That bell was at 2:10. It’s the last bell of the day. It rang about 3 minutes into the last scene…
I did a little math, watched the play again and realized there wasn’t one, wasn’t two, but THREE spaces between scenes that the people could have come in (according to the acceptable situations that the asst principal said he would allow people in).
Then I realized that the asst principal went and told his idea for the lie to the principal. She saw us and immedietly told us the reason again (I guess to keep me quiet, we didn’t bring it up and I was apparantly the only one that complained).
FUCKING LIARS!!!
This meant a lot to my gf, they weren’t the ones holding her when she was crying because she missed something she’s been looking forward to seeing me in for about 2 months.
Oh, and by the way, the principal is a nun. Great ethics, huh?