Democracy. It isn’t what you participate in on the first Tuesday in November. Nor is it a system of government through elected officials (thank you Google). It means to raise your hand and vote!
Today in Creative Writing we closed our eyes, covered our heads, and raised our hands high to vote for the theme of the show we liked the best.
Yes, I’ll admit, we desperately needed some dictatorship from Tony and Rachel (I mean there is a point where democracy gets too democratic— see “voting on whether to vote”), but in the end we came up with our show!
And after the results were in, and ALL tallies were counted, we found our answer, our result, our president: The Yet to be Titled Show Involving Aliens and Cruise Ships!
It took some discussion, it took some frustration, it took some back-tracking, but like a green alien, it finally came to us… in a UFO containing Jules’ brain (what a wonderful genius he is, what a shame he isn’t taking Calculus.)
After voting on whether or not we should choose our script-writing groups, we divided ourselves and began the arduous process of writing our scripts— excuse me, interludes (as skits are FAR too elementary, get with the program.)
For those of you non-Creative Writers reading the blog, you should be— need to be— worried, confused and most importantly, excited. Preferably feel all of these emotions at the same time. Just know that the aliens of planted CDub are coming to a stage near you… if you live in San Francisco. Sorry Grandma and Grandpa, you will need to fly out, no C-Dub wants to perform in fifteen feet of snow in suburban Minnesota.