Today my drama class was even better than usual, because it didn't happen.

However, we didn't know it wasn't happening until the teacher posted something on the website thirty minutes after class was supposed to start, but we did know the teacher was late, so I took over the class and started lecturing on Sweeping Arm Gestures, the various types and embellishments thereof, and their use in monologues and such. Then somebody pointed out that I had also adopted a karate stance during my demonstrations of the Sweeping Arm Gestures, which led me to give a short discourse on post-isolationist Japanese influence on the theatrical arts, after which a couple people and I got up on stage and attempted to do some improvisation, and after a couple of false starts we initiated an amusing (at least, we thought so) skit where I was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle trying to save a dancing purple hairbrush from Shredder's reign of terror that was being enacted on the city. Then Shredder sued me for assaulting his person with nunchucks and ninja stars, and I ordered pizza and ran out of the classroom with an imaginary box held high over my head.

I might have been a little too melodramatic.