Traumatic return to T.A.A.D.

There are days when I wonder if I'm in the right biz!! Today was such a day. I had foolishly hoped that Prat would understand the difficulties with wich I have been embroiled these last weeks. But - as I am discovering - Prat's world revolves entirely around Prat!! He decided to punish me for my absence by getting me to illustrate why Ionesco's penis is fundamental to an understanding of Italian commedia. To ill-disguised smirks from the acting students I posited the theorem that as drama is thrusticular in motion, so Ionesco's member acts as an image of such action - reasonable enough within the context of a Tifton MFA of course, but a source of much mirth to these non-intellectual types. Prat started screaming at me: "No, no, NO! Ionesco's Penis has none of dese qualities!!! You are idiot! You are fool!" I'm afraid I couldn't resist the smart rejoinder: "Well, you are PRAT!" and flounced out... I have decided I can no longer continue at the T.A.A.D. and have left a detailed explanation on Vernon's answerphone. This is simply not good enough, and I expect a full apology not just from Mr Skrohtm, but also those students who attended his class today!! Oh how I wish I could simply run my own theatre company, with Col as dramaturd. I am thoroughly and indeed utterly disillusioned and bereft... A lonely business indeed...