I am in this play at school. I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing, but my mom comes up and starts showing me all these pictures that she took while she was watching the play. I cannot find myself in any of these pictures. I always seem to be way crunched into the back or worse, half the roll seems to be of me taking pictures of strange things in my attempts to be creative. Everyone is complaining about the waste of film. Myself include. I realize that some of the things I took picures of were not so neccessary.