Not drowning, waving

Drama club was a near complete waste of time. Mirabell decided to do fight blocking, so everyone in the cast but me and the witches waved metersticks around and tried not to hit the guy Mirabell found to do light and sound. Supposedly the sound guy is in Grade 9 but he looks 40 to me.
My parents have come up with a solution to the "our children hate warm weather" problem: I don't have to go to Florida this year, but next year I have to watch Charles Wallace during the break. Luckily they're driving south this year. My father is already starting to collate the emergency telephone numbers for me.