I felt like ^^ needed to be said first off.
So, I was thinking about the CLS club. As the previous procrastinator of my past personalities, I learned to be way ahead than way behind. So I am. Yay. And I realized how awkward it must've been for the 9th graders. Because, heck, it is REALLY awkward to lead. I'm not sure if it was Mr. Wag's aura of security in the club, but I feel like (literally) the club is kinda falling apart. We're the most disorganized, discombobulated, and disfunctional club. Ever. And this time, not in a good way. I think it's because last year, you guys didn't have personalities that clashed often. Or less often and kept it somewhat hidden anyways. We fight, we yell, and we go crazy. That's VERY true for all of us.
I honestly have doubts about the club this year. After how terrible it's going. Woop. So much for keeping the legacy going. I think it's because Mr. Wagenseller put the club into his schedule. For Ms. Mazzullo, not so much. She works around it. That makes it hard to schedule anything, get any rooms, or any of that. I feel like she's raining on our spirits. Or, at least mine.
And after that, she's taking away my power to buy food. Nobody get's it. I WANT TO BUY FOOD EVERYBODY!
And everybody misses Mr. Wagenseller. I'm not sure if you guys know this, but about 30% of the kids dropped out after they found out that Mr. Swag didn't come back. And all the 8th graders I talk to about the club (meaning the ones who aren't in the club) all say the same thing.
I only asked for Improv because Mr. Wagenseller was fun.
I only wanted to do CLS because Mr. Wagenseller was fun.
I'm not joining either of those anymore.
I guess in the end, this spiel does kinda turns nostalgic, but I miss the good old days. The days when I didn't worry about what games we had to do. When we didn't have to worry about getting bread. The days that I could just enjoy the club as it is, and actually meaningfully participate. Now, I feel like I have nailed my hands into the wood. I'm stuck.
So my point is, if anybody has any suggestions on how we could keep the club and possibly get more outside attention, please comment. I'm desperate. We're desperate. Seals need Koalas to thrive.
The only 8th grader who posts, and too often at that.
-Marie
