Dare you see a soul at the white heat

I had to join the stupid drama club today. I looked up the university admission guidelines and the guidance counsellor was lying, I don't need activities, but this will make him stop bothering me. The drama teacher was so sickeningly happy to have me sign up for his stupid little club. Oh Sandra, he said (and I wanted to kill him just then) you'll be perfect. You know Shakespeare, don't you? I said yes, I was only in university prep English. He's so freaking happy that the club's doing Macbeth. He gave me a copy from the cupboard and told me to "read up!" I wanted to throw up right then.