I don't remember Oliver. I remember going with someone who had to in the interest of getting out of my house. I remember an awful lot of singing and canoodling and carrying on and some wanting to die on my part.
Then I have to write about Hamlet.
I really don't want to be in the 13th grade forever.
Hopefully a certain Hamlet loving significant other wants to help me with that. Wink wink, nudge nudge.