Sitting at the front desk, the phone rings and a woman announces that she is calling from the drama department…. Little Aubrey has missed her casting call…or rehearsal…or something. She requests that we check to see if Little Aubrey is alright. Ooo, we don’t really do that. Can you even conceive of the number of residents we have that skip class almost religiously? What if we checked every time they missed an appointment?
So then the police call. When drama teachers call police and police call me…I become slightly more willing to close the office and go knock on doors. Which I did. I awakened sleeping Aubrey and explained several times that several people were looking for her. She squinted at me through bloodshot eyes and told me she hadn’t missed any event or appointment…well, officers are on their way to remind you, then…
Preposterous. What drama class sends uniformed officers to drag people out of bed that don’t show up for rehearsal? Even the football players just get bored college students paid minimum wage to wander from class to class making sure they’re there…
